#after all fifteen says he’s only okay right now because fourteen is going to put in the effort to fix himself

[robiniswriting]

im just imagining fourteen dying happily of old age, surrounded by friends and family. after having spent a lifetime processing all of his trauma he disappears and bi-generates onto that platform, right back in the middle of it all, and is just so thrilled to see donna and kate and mel again. so overjoyed to get to give himself a hug and say that he’ll be alright.

in a way it’s the perfect ending to this therapeutic time in his life — he gets to look his past self in the eye in the most literal sense, knowing everything they’ve suffered, and show himself compassion and love. to tell him that he did his best. that he deserves to live life the slow way round for once, that they can spare this one lifetime, because there will always be a doctor out among the stars in the tardis doing what’s kind and what’s right. that to take time to love themself, in their entirety, is what will allow the doctor to keep on going.

and so the doctor quite literally gives themself permission to heal. it’s so fucking beautiful goddammit

[eddiethebrave]

secret admirer part seventeen

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Eddie wouldn’t go as far as to say that he needs the stupid notes to want to go to school.

But. 

He does kind of miss them. 

They were the highlights of those eight days before he knew where they were coming from. It gave him something to look forward to. Aside from Hellfire - which only officially meets once a week on Friday - there’s not much for him at school. 

Admittedly, Eddie has read the notes a couple of times since they’ve stopped appearing. Right now is one of those times - he needs a boost to actually make it to class instead of walking right out the front door to his van and getting out of this hellhole. 

When the notes stopped, Eddie was confused. Like, sure, he hadn’t been all that subtle in showing that he knows who H is, but it’s not like Tommy’s made it known that he knows that Eddie knows - besides not leaving notes anymore.

After lunch, he’s standing with his head practically shoved in his locker as he flips through them. As he’s carefully reading through the one he received on his birthday, it hits him. 

The ring. The fucking ring. 

It says it right there. 

if you want me to stop just don’t wear the ring and i’ll back off

How could he be so dense? Eddie rummages through the war-zone that is his locker. Honestly, it takes far longer than it should for him to emerge with the piece of jewelry. 

He isn’t sure if he wants the notes to continue. Well, he does, but he doesn’t want to lead Hagan on, no matter how much of an asshole he is. He kind of wishes he never found out about it. Curse Gareth for being considerate enough to let him know that known asshole Tommy Hagan slipped something in his locker. 

Eddie keeps the ring safely in his pocket while he’s anywhere that the boy could possibly catch sight of the thing (the halls, lunchroom, bathroom, etc.). In class, though, he can’t help but take it out. 

It really is beautiful - something he would’ve gotten for himself if saw it and had the money. 

In art, Buckley moves from the back of the room to their table. She’s partnered with Carol for the project, but the change in seating still catches Eddie as strange - they’re not even working on the portraits today, but whatever.  

Speaking of project partners, Steve’s been shifting in his heat quite a lot for the last couple of minutes. Eddie tries to ignore it, he does - God knows he’s never sitting still - but it really is hard to focus. 

Eddie turns him. “You good, man?” he whispers, not wanting to interrupt whatever the teacher is saying. Steve jumps in his seat and Eddie flinches back in surprise. “Woah, easy.” 

Steve doesn’t make eye contact, which is odd because usually he’s really…insistent on it. His gaze is instead focused somewhere on the table. “I’m- I’m okay, Munson,” he says, barely audible.

Eddie scrutinizes him a moment longer before shrugging it off. If he wants to keep it to himself then Eddie is in no position to question him. 

The last thing he ever expected - aside from receiving freaking love notes from Tommy Hagen of all people - was being (even somewhat) on friendly terms with Steve Harrington. He isn’t what Eddie had expected at all, though. 

Eddie’s always preferred him to his best friend, but that’s not really saying much. Eddie actually likes Steve. Almost too much. 

No, it’s definitely too much. 

The guy would never be as sweet to him - because that’s what he is, sweet - if he knew the thoughts running through Eddie’s whenever he is around.

Like, Eddie didn’t die or anything when Steve confiscated his pencil and gave him the holy grail but it was a near thing. 

When the bell sounds through the room, Eddie slips the ring back in his pocket and leaves.

At the end of the next period, he tries not to overthink it as he puts the ring on and keeps it there for the rest of the day.

eighteen

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[esamastation]

Part thirty-two of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one

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The first few hours in the forward camp go by quickly, for Angeal. Mostly in putting down brushfires and smoothing down ruffled feathers.

"That was Sephiroth, right - Sephiroth is in our camp!"

"Where is he then? I want to meet him!"

"Think he would shake my hand?"

"Does anyone have a camera - I want to send a picture to my Ma!"

Most of the troopers are excited - and they have every reason to be. More SOLDIER means less dangerous work for them while the SOLDIER members take care of the more dangerous missions.

But you can't please everyone.

"Well?" the infantry Colonel in charge of the town demands when Angeal presents himself to the man. "Isn't he even going to come to introduce himself?"

"I'm very sorry, sir," Angeal says awkwardly, with the Turks' warnings still in his ear. No one is to know that Sephiroth isn't at hundred percent right now. And Angeal agreed. "It was a very busy time in Midgar just before we left, and the plane wasn't exactly comfortable - he's resting before we start tackling missions tomorrow."

"Couldn't he sleep on the plane? Isn't he supposed to be a veteran - doesn't he know you're supposed to catch all the sleep you can get, when you can get it?" The Colonel huffs, offended and superior. He's an older man, in his fifties, and though Angeal doesn't know him, he recognizes the type. 

A lot of older military types didn't really… believe that SOLDIERs were worth the hype.

"What if we were in an emergency situation here and the camp was under attack?" The Colonel asks. "Would he have sauntered off then, just willy-nilly?" 

"I'm sure in that case Sephiroth would've fought, but as that wasn't the case," Angeal says slowly, "I'm sorry sir, in favour of the missions ahead, he's getting all the rest he can, now."

It takes more than that to placate the camp commander, and Sephiroth would need to present himself first thing in the morning, but at least Angeal manages to keep people from trying to bother Sephiroth. Who… really didn't look too good, before.

Angeal had got him two folding screens and a table from the loot storage - he'd even found a nice tea set, and some tea in a tin  - and if he didn't know better, he would've said Sephiroth almost… cried.

He's never seen the man look so lost.

Which sends him here, to the mess hall set up by the infantry in one of the larger buildings of the town. It's impossible to miss, and he had to wonder how the pompous Colonel didn't claim the building for the command - it's easily the grandest in the village, with spacious interiors and the inner courtyard with a mossy garden.

All the plastic folding tables probably would have made Sephiroth sick, though.

Angeal approaches the field kitchen with his proverbial hat in hand, asking, "Hey, do you have any chocolate here?"

"We do - for a price," the cook says, apologetically. "Sorry, sir, it's protocol - the company provides you grub and meds, but all luxury goods are Gil only."

And the prices are, of course, through the roof.

"... And if it's for Sephiroth?" Angeal asks hopefully, because the poor kid in him can't stomach paying fifty Gil for a candy bar.

The cook hesitates and then narrows his eyes. "... Sephiroth eats chocolate?"

"It's his favourite," Angeal lies shamelessly.

There's a moment of painful hesitation between protocol and idol worship. "... Fine, but just this once, okay?" the cook mutters and quickly shoves two bars towards him. "I can get away marking these out as damaged in transit, but after that they'll start taking it out of my pay! And don't go spreading this around either, sir, or else everyone will be begging for charity!"

"I won't tell a soul," Angeal promises and adds two chocolate bars to his tray. "Thank you so much."

He fills the tray with enough food for him and Sephiroth and offers an apologetic smile to the group of SOLDIER Seconds before heading out.

He doesn't quite make it to his and Sephiroth's quarters.

"So, the big guy is not doing so hot, after all."

It's Reno, accosting him along the way, lounging back against a bit of painted wall. He's not quite hidden - except that coming from the direction he did, Angeal couldn't see him.

"Mood seems to go up and down; he's practically swinging from side to side, that man," Reno continues, watching the street idly. "You got it handled?"

Angeal stops and takes a steadying breath, staring down the street. It's getting late and dark, and the green-tinted electrical lights by the Shinra troops clash with the red paint of the buildings. "Sephiroth is meditating."

"Yeah, because that's totally something he does," the Turk snorts, folding his arms. "I've read his file, man. A homebody he is not. If this was your usual mission, he'd already be out there, fighting."

Angeal hesitates, looking down at the tray. "He's going to be fine," he says. "Now excuse me, the food will get cold -"

"Hey, man, I'm on your side here," the Turk says. "I'm just asking. We just want the best for him!"

Sure. "The Turks are very invested in this," Angeal comments pointedly and gives the redhead a look. They are - hell, they'd sent not just one, but two Turks to the front lines! That's more than investment.

The camp had been excited to see Sephiroth and Angeal there - they'd been less excited to find out that they came with Turk company. Turks don't generally take part in anything to do with Wutai, the war front isn't exactly their area of expertise, and that's how the military likes it. Though they're technically all part of the same department, there's no love lost there. The Turks very much aren't welcome.

That's probably why Reno is here - in the shadows, out of view. The Turks hadn't been seen much since their landing, really. And probably for a good reason.

"We're invested in damage control," Reno says, peering up at the sky lazily, leaning against the wall with all the grace of a cat. "Whatever's going on with Sephiroth isn't normal, and it's in the company's best interest that it doesn't come to head in Midgar."

"Right. Far better if he loses his cool here," Angeal mutters, watching as a curious firefly investigates a flood light. "Less collateral damage."

"That's it," Reno agrees lazily. "Personally, I'd prefer that whatever is going on with him is resolved quickly, so that we can all go home. But we will be here as long as it takes. As long as he needs."

Great, that's just wonderful. But… that also means that they're not in a hurry. Even the dozen or so missions pressing in on them aren't that high priority. They don't have the forces or the resources to make another try at Fort Tamblin, and most of the fighting out there has been fought into a standstill.

The war is essentially in a stalemate until further notice. The point of Sephiroth being here - before his incident, anyway - is more about morale than anything else. It always looks good when they send in the big guns, after all.

"As long as he needs," Angeal repeats. "Really?"

"The President approved it and everything," Reno agrees and looks at him. "Whatever Sephiroth needs."

Well. He knows that's probably bullshit, but in case it isn't… "Sephiroth needs time," Angeal says after a while, following the firefly with his eyes as it flies away. "And I think more than anything he needs privacy."

Reno narrows his eyes. Then his expression clears. "Alright, privacy we can arrange," he says flippantly. "Never much cared for military camps anyway. Right then. Good night, Hewley."

Angeal watches him go suspiciously, but it appears that was that. "Right," he mutters and hopes it wouldn't come back to bite them in the ass later.

Shaking his head, he returns to the house, to find that Sephiroth had finished rearranging the furniture to his liking - he's also made tea, and is holding a steaming cup in his hand as he stares into nothing.

His hands, Angeal notes with relief, are no longer shaking.

"Here, food," he calls. "Also found you something special."

Sephiroth blinks and looks up as Angeal puts the tray down, handing him both of the chocolate bars. "Oh," he says. He looks guilty. "Angeal, I…"

"Special gift from the commissary, free of charge - next one we will have to pay for, and they charge through the nose here," Angeal says cheerfully and sits across from him, divvying up the plates and utensils. "So you better enjoy it."

"... I will. Thank you," Sephiroth murmurs, closing his long fingers delicately over the treat.

"Good. Now come on, let's eat," Angeal says, pushing the plates closer to him. "We have a lot of work tomorrow. Better stock up."

"... Monster hunting, right?"

"Yes," Angeal agrees. "Just you and me and a bunch of wild beasts. It should be great."

Sephiroth looks at him for a long moment and then, finally, nods slowly. "Alright."

They eat, and the tightly wound coil of anxiety in Angeal's gut unwinds, if only a little.

[elcpsstuff]

The Summer I Remembered You (C.F) (Part 2)

Summary: the first bonfire of the summer doesn’t go as planned when Belly and Yn decide to crash it.

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Last Summer

“Why can’t we go to the bonfire?” Me and Belly were sandwiched between Susannah, Laurel, and my mother.

“You guys are only fourteen, maybe next year.” My mom ruffled my hair and I huffed.

Belly rolled her eyes, obviously sharing the same annoyance as me. “It’s not fair. Me and Yn sit around doing literally nothing all day.”

“That’s not true.” Laurel piped in, “You hang out with us, and we’re the best company.”

“And to be clear,” I looked at my mom pointedly, “I turn fifteen in like, two days.”

“And and I turned fifteen a couple of weeks ago!”

“who’s up for 10 things I hate about you?” My mother says, knowing how to sidetrack me, and that movie is my weakness.

I signed, leaning back and I could tell Belly had given up too. “I hate that you know me.” I murmured as my mom turned the movie on.

She kissed my forehead, “You secretly love it.”

—

Present Day:

“Are you seriously gonna let my mom rope you into the deb ball?” A voice says from behind me. I fell out of my trance and turned around to see Conrad sitting down next to me, dipping his ankles in the pool.

I shrug, “I don’t know.” But I did know, I didn’t wanna do it. It was my mom’s dream and I might have been motivated to do it if she was here, but she’s obviously not.

“You don’t have to do it, my mom will understand.” He pulls out a joint and I almost gag. He was so different, Belly was right about that.

“I can do what I want.” I say, the words going like knives to his chest.

“Yn, you forget that I know you. Don’t do this because you feel obliged to make my mom happy and yours. I know—”

“Fuck you, Conrad.” I almost spit on him while saying this. His face dropped a little and he reached out for my wrist before I could leave.

“I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

I scoff, “Well you are.”

“The deb ball is a fucking joke, Yn. Don’t do it. I’m just trying to save you the pain, okay?”

I couldn’t believe him. Acting like he knows me, he knows nothing about me. Not anymore.

“Stop acting like you know me, Conrad. You don’t fucking know me at all.” I say and yank my hand away from him. But he did know me, he knew my heart and soul inside and out.

—

Sometimes I felt like I was more Susannah’s daughter than Laurels. Like Laurel thought I was some sort of curse to her family. John didn’t think so though.

The light poured through my window, and I knew with that I needed to get up. I could hear noises from downstairs, and I checked my phone to see it was already nearing 11. What the fuck? I never slept that late.

I put my hair in a low ponytail, lose strands falling into the front. I put on a cousins shirt because walking down in a tank top wouldn’t end well, and it matched my plaid shorts anyways.

I made my way down the stairs to see Conrad on the couch and Belly sitting at the island beside Laurel.

Belly smirks, “You slept in, dreaming about someone?”

I laugh, “Yeah, yeah.” but I was distressed, I mean after the talk with Conrad last night which won’t leave my mind.

Ugh.

I sat next to Belly and my body felt like it was being lifted to heaven when I saw the box of muffins in front of me. I grabbed the blueberry one, securing it as mine.

“Jeremiah made sure to save that one for you.” I felt my heart swell. He does that for everyone. Stop it.

“I can’t believe it! My girl Is going to be a debutante!” Susannah says, running into the room and grabbing everyone’s attention. Conrad is now fully standing and i’m just as curious as he is.

“What? Belly your doing it?” I looked towards Belly who could only mouth me a “sorry” before going to hug Susannah.

I knew where this was going, and I attempted to get up but Susannah grabbed my arm.

“Y/N, please. It will be better this time.”

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on me. Almost begging me not to do it. Then, I looked at Belly. Her face was full of life, and how could I disappoint her? I wish I could look at the world like Belly does. To her, nothing is impossible. She was the sun that shined on this house, and I just felt like the rain that drowned everything out.

“I- I mean—” I stumbled on my words, before looking at Belly.

“Okay. I’ll do it.” I could see Conrad’s eyes widen at my answer.

“Yay!” Susannah squeals while writing my name down on the card. “Now we just have to find you two dates, but we have plenty of time!”

Maybe I shouldn’t have signed up for this.

—

I sat in my room, looking at my closet with no thoughts. The first bonfire of the season is always the best. I was hoping it was this year. Last year was the first year I went and opted out of me and Belly’s tradition with Susannah and Laurel. I remember the look on Belly’s face when I fled.

June, Last Summer.

Laurel was nervous because the boys always went to the Bonfire, but this was the first year I was going. She felt safe though because Conrad was going, always the protector.

“Are you excited?” Conrad said to me. I smiled at him as we walked ahead of Jeremiah and Steven to his car.

“I’m happy i’m not sitting at home and doing nothing.” Conrad smiles at me and shoves my shoulder a little.

“Yo! I’m driving!” Jeremiah says while rushing to the drivers seat. I couldn’t help but blush at his demand. I think it was obvious because Conrad was staring at me.

Jeremiah turned to me and smirked, “Shotgun?”

“Always.” I say before Conrad can object. He slowly gets in the back seat.

“Poor Belly.” I said, not realizing my thoughts were being spoken aloud.

“Don’t feel bad for her, she’s still a baby in my eyes.” Steven blurts out and a laugh comes from Jeremiah’s face.

“Seriously, Y/N, you’ll have the best time.” Jeremiah puts a hand around my shoulder and redness succumbed to my face.

“Just don’t fuck anyone.” Steven starts rambling on how i’m too young and Conrad was laughing in the back.

That night, I had never felt so young. I mean, I was almost 16 but still 15. That didn’t stop me from attempting to flirt. I thought about running back to the house and begging to be forgiven and watch movies with the girls.

I grabbed a shot and chugged it down. I had dranken before, but Steven said he wouldn’t cover for me until this fall, going into Junior year. I could never drink too much. Now, I could do whatever. I could get fucking drunk.

I saw Jeremiah getting cozy with a group of girls and I felt my heart jump. He was always so mixed. He would almost kiss me one day but then act like nothing happened. Even though I never told Conrad, because that’s awkward, he always knew what was on my mind.

He caught wind of me and walked over to me, making me feel kinda happy.

“Hey! How you doing?”

I looked around to realize he probably came over to make me look normal. Nobody was talking to me. I was a loner.

“Better now.”

He smiled and put an arm around me. “How many of those have you had?”

I smirked, “mmm, I can handle it Fisher.”

“I know you can.”

For a split second I swore he was about to kiss me, like the sun and the moon were finally merging to make an eclipse. Everything would be worth it.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He let’s go of me and then rushes back to the group of girls that had been calling him. What the fuck.

I grabbed the nearest drink and downed it. Suddenly I really missed Conrad.

Present Day:

“Y/N! Come on!” I heard Belly scream from downstairs. This was her first year at the bonfire, and i didn’t wanna ruin it for her. I wore a pretty blue tube top with white jean shorts.

Once I got downstairs, I was brought to se Steven and Belly yelling. Once she saw me, her eyes lit up, like I was her savior.

“Y/N! Tell Steven how I should go to the bonfire?”

“Steven, she’s 15. It’s not a big deal.” Why was Steven overreacting?

“You were more mature than Belly was. Besides, mom won’t even let you.” This wasn’t true, all belly had to do was ask.

Laurel and Susannah come running into the room, with a bunch of snacks. “Who’s ready for movie night?”

Belly sighs, knowing she’s lost this fight. I pat her on the back, “sorry bells, if you need anything text me.” She sticks her tongue out at me and smiles.

—

The bonfire was packed, way more than I remembered last year. Maybe it was just my bad memory. Jeremiah disbursed into the crowd of people who already knew him. Typical Jeremiah. I lost track of Conrad and Steven was talking to some chick.

I walked around, trying to gauge someone I knew. I felt so stupid, out of place. I was shy, but I knew these people. Why did I feel this way?

After tons of walking around, I decided I needed a drink, or two or three. However many my heart wanted.

I chugged the first two drinks down easily, already trying to feel the buzz.

“Don’t choke.” I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around to see a guy. He was hot. Brown, fluffy, blue eyes from what I could see.

“I know what I’m doing.” I say, with a playful tone.

“I just would hate to see a girl like you choke.”

“What’s your name?”

“Josh. You?”

“Y/N.”

He smirks which made me blush a little bit. He was no Jeremiah, or Conrad for that fact but he was something.

“Well, Y/N. Would you like another drink?” I giggled a little and took the cup from his hands, drinking whatever was in his cup. It was strong, stronger.

We talked about a lot of things. He played football, I played volleyball. It kinda just went on from there. I couldn’t help but hear voices that were too familiar to me not to turn around. It was Belly.

“I’ll be right back.” I say, before giving him one last smile and making my way over to Belly.

“Bellsssssss!” I say, slurring my words. I hadn’t moved much, and the drinks were finally starting to get to me.

“Hey, are you.. drunk?” She says.

“No! What are you doing here?” She smiles shyly. I didn’t even have to hear her answer to know she snuck out. Something else had caught my attention.

Conrad. Making out with a girl. I knew her. I knew her all too well. I felt his eyes linger to mine, as well as the girls.

“Y/N? Is that you?” She says and I’m forced to show her a smile. She gets up from Conrad and hugs me. I could feel his eyes, burning into mine as if the sun was right next to me.

“Hey, Nicole.”

“I saw Susannah pick up two sheets for the ball, are you gonna debb this year?”

I felt my body heat up and I knew Conrad noticed it too.

“Susannah wants me to try again, but—”

“You totally should! Paige is still kinda mad about last year, you can make it up to her.” I cringed at her words.

“Yeah i’ll think about it, I— i didn’t know you and Conrad?” I make a gesture between her and Conrad.

“It’s none of your business.” Conrad says, only making my anger burn so much more. Nicole rolls her eyes and sits back down next to Conrad, “Don’t be mean.”

I walked away before any of them could say something else. This night was a shit show. I looked around for the guy Josh but everything was just blurry. I grabbed the nearest drink and downed that as well. I didn’t want to feel. Not anymore.

“COPS!”

Shit. I couldn’t really see much but I heard people screaming and saw blue and red lights. I felt a hand tug on mine and looked at them, seeing their beautiful blue eyes. It was Jeremiah.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

I followed his lead, not letting go of his hand. If only he had grabbed it just because, not because the stupid cops came. Then my night would be fine.

—

I was stuck in a car with Conrad. Belly and Steven were no where to be found and Jeremiah left to go find them. The air was thick. I felt like I was climbing Mount Everest.

“How much did you drink tonight?” I hear him say. His words shoot like lasers through my ears for reasons I’ll never know.

“It’s none of your business.” I mock him.

“You shouldn’t drink that much.” I hated him. How could he say that when he’s drunk?

“Your drunk, Conrad. Don’t tell me what to do.”

He didn’t say anything else.

There was a knock on the door and we both turned to see a police officer, and I knew we were fucked.

“You kids been drinking?”

—

wooohooo!! end of chapter 2!! These Chapters might be a little slow because in order to get to the main plot I gotta give some background lol. Enjoy!!

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[photmath]

I'd trust you more Emily to be apart of the recovery team than whoever in PSG. I'm sure the staff is great but I don't trust the institution behind them to put his mental and physical health first especially with all these constant transfer/selling rumors

OKAY. BECAUSE I DO HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THE PHYSICAL HEALTH ASPECT of this, so i'm going to sit here and spill it.

I HATE HATE HATE PSG'S RECOVERY TEAM. LIKE FULL SLANDER AHEAD TOWARDS THEM IDC. Just a straight, unrestrained piece of my thoughts and their physiotherapist team and LACK of professionalism.

TW: mentions of Hakimi, not of what is going on with him, but player-injury and performance wise. Kimpembe's ruptured Achilles ):

so not sure how many people know this but I’m a third-year undergrad student studying to be a physical therapist (PT) right. I’m American, so the logistics of this get lost between America and Europe--and even between the states of America because everything is so different when it comes to injuries and recoveries, etc. I recently found out that even like a team like PSG, doesn't have “athletic trainers” which is what we — Americans — call on-the-sideline medical people. they have “physiotherapists.” which in America, sounds similar to “physical therapist” but turns out it isn’t the same thing at all, although they're similar. Athletic trainers are the first on the scene, they're who you see that first treat an injured player (in America), and PTs are more behind the scenes. They're more in charge of the recovery process after an injury/problem, while the ATs do the first initial findings and just make sure the injured player gets off the field in a safe manner.

So my assumption, is that a physiotherapist (in anywhere other than America) is in charge of both on-the-sidelines examinations and off-the-pitch recovery?? I could be entirely wrong or maybe some are in charge while others aren't. In America, that is simply not how we do it, so I've just been trying to make connections ever since the World Cup. But if you know or anyone for that matter knows, please let me know because I am so intrigued.

Anyways, all that to say, Hakimi and Kimpembe's ongoing injuries should never had happened. It was known that after Morocco played their last match against France, that Hakimi was battling an ongoing thigh injury. He had been battling it throughout the WC. So when he returns to PSG, he plays for approx. 11min against Strasbourg on Dec. 28--which okay, not bad. Semi-green flag, although no one knows how injured/uninjured this thigh really is.

The real problem starts when he comes back to play the FULL 90min on Jan 1. Which, raised major alarms in my head, because this a hamstring we're talking about. Hakimi is known to be an explosive player, so it's bound to be strained whenever they sprint. Anyway, he's suspended for the next match bc of yellow card accumulation, so he doesn't play again until Jan. 15 (FIFTEEN!!!) for 34 min--which, okay, not bad. I'll let this one slide. It's a little over a 15-20min range and literally fourteen days have gone by without him playing a high-intensity 90-min match. So I'll say it's a yellow flag.

And then we hit the match against Riyadh and Hakimi plays for 64 min which okay, that isn't all that much bad but it's still kind of a lot. We've gone from 11min to 90min(!) to 34min and now 64min. Like seriously what are we doing here? Then, we have that 7-0 game in the French Cup that he plays for 31 min, which okay, we've dwindled down more than half of the minutes he previously played. Just I mean, the roller coaster is riding itself here. It's a lot, it's chaotic, not consistent. And consistency is what WE WANT. It shouldn't be chaotic at all.

He then plays FOUR matches for NINETY MIN EACH the next couple of weeks, BUT then only plays for 25min the game before Bayern. I think this was around the time he had reinjured his thigh at some point during training, so it tracks (and makes sense why he's having problems). Then, Hakimi is obviously subbed off during half time because of that thigh against Bayern. AND LITERALLY WHAT DID THEY EXPECT. i mean, i was so baffled at that. Just straight chaos at best there. We haven't seen him since that Feb 14 matchup [but won't be surprised to see him in the starting lineup against Bayern now that Mukiele is injured].

Kimpembe's history IS EVEN WORSE. LIKE HIS IS SO MUCH MORE WORSE. He hadn't played since November 2022! And even then it was on and off between his Achillies and hamstring in September-October 2022. So he misses the World Cup, doesn't play again until Feb 11 2023 against Monaco, wooo!! I think everyone did like a loud standing ovation when he entered at the 80th min, which wasn't bad. I liked that. Green flag!

But then Bayern match on Feb 14, Kimpembe is the one who replaces Hakimi at the 46th minute so you know okay, this situation certainly isn't ideal for Kimpembe, but PSG is just out of options here and it's Bayern. So, everyone is just forced into this bad position.

An Achillies injury, any kind of pain or minor sprain to it, is just complete ASS. It's awful, debilitating, I mean you simply cannot continue unless you want to endure major pain and cause further damage. An Achillies is like the major tendon that holds the whole backside of the leg together. I mean part of the ankle, bottom of the foot, and both calf muscles, are all being connected to this damn Achilles. So it's kind of important. Think, like the ACL of the knee.

And then Kimpembe plays the FULL 90 MINUTES in a match five days later. Red flag. I mean, c'mon now, it's a lot. I mean I wish I could say I was surprised that in his next match after that 90min game, he goes and ruptures his Achilles, but I wasn't. There was no gradual re-entrance of him. This is a defender we're talking about. Sprints and break-aways are going to happen. You have a guy like him with an injury like that play 10min-44min-90min back to back like that?? I get it, injuries were tight, defense was awful, the youngsters were playing horrible. But holy hell, why did we have to sacrifice our guy like that?

Kimpembe's injury should have never happened. It was too soon of a full-on return, not at all gradual, just completely awful management of both PSG's physiotherapist and medical staff--and fuck it, coaching staff. They obviously have the education so my opinion is just unvalid, but I don't understand how they were completely fine with letting Kimpembe play for so long in such short time. It wasn't like he was playing in mock 90-min scrimmages and following an explosive player (ex. Mbappe) around. They don't that. Scrimmages are no where near the real game anyway.

So yeah, that was a lot, but god only knows how upset I am about Kimpembe's situation and PSG's lack of efficiency. And God, do not get me started on Mukiele's CURRENT Achilles tendon pain going on or Nuno Mendes iffy return as well.

[spaceorphan18]

Scenes from December (14/24)

Klaine Advent : Day Fourteen : Dispose

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December, 2035

“You guys are the worst.” 

Kurt grinned at his teenage daughter’s discomfort as he placed the Mickey Mouse ears on his head.  Blaine had on an identical pair, and he really did not care that they were in their forties - you were never too old for Mickey Mouse ears.  Katie, however, flushed a deep red because somehow a pair of plastic ears was somehow the most humiliating thing that could have ever happened to her -- here in Florida, where exactly zero people knew who she was.  

“You hear that, Kurt?” Blaine asked as he perused the overpriced Disney gift shop.  He found a pair of cheesy, hot pink and white polka-dotted Minnie Mouse sunglasses and put them on.  “Apparently, saving up our hard earned money to take our family to the most magical place on Earth makes us the worst parents ever.”

“Well, I’m having a nice time,” Tracy said in their defense.  She smiled grandly as she spun a rack of art work around.  

“Don’t let them fool you,” Katie said, leaning in to her.  “This trip was entirely for them.  We’re just not legal yet, and have to be subjected to all of their indulgent whims.”

“Oohh - someone’s been brushing up on their ACT words,” Kurt said, with some heavy sarcasm.  She had been complaining nearly the entire week they had been there.  Was he this bad at fifteen? Oh, how his dad will probably laugh when he calls after their vacation.   “And if you’re not happy - we can send you back to stay with Grandpa Burt in Ohio.  I hear it’s snowing.  I’m sure he’ll let you shovel the driveway.”  

“Do you hear how easily they’d dispose of us,” Katie continued.  “Their own daughters.”  

“No, only you,” Tracy shot back.  “They apparently still like me.” 

Kurt bit his lip, trying not to laugh at Tracy’s sting.  

“We like both of you,” Blaine said - always the diplomat.  “No one is getting sent back to Ohio to shovel snow.”

“Yet,” Kurt couldn’t help but mutter.   

Blaine shot him a look over the glasses.  “Look, it’s been a fun vacation.  Why don’t we just try to enjoy what we can while we’re here.”  

“That’s easy for you to say,” Katie shot at him.  “Because you seem to get off to amusement parks and crowds and embarrassing public serenades.” 

Blaine looked almost aghast that she’d speak to him that way.  Kurt wasn’t as surprised - she did take after him when it came to her weaponizing her words.  

“Hey - I think singing in public is romantic,” Tracy cut in.  Sweet, little Tracy - truly of Blaine’s spirit.  

“You know, your father does look rather attractive right now,” Kurt said.  Really, Blaine looked comically ridiculous with the ears and the sunglasses, but he was still rather fond of his husband. And maybe made him a bad parent, but he did get a slight kick out of getting under Katie’s skin.  “Maybe we’ll go out into the courtyard - right outside Cinderella’s castle and sing an impromptu duet.” 

“Oh god, no.” 

Kurt continued, “we could even grab a Disney Prince and make it a threesome.”

“Don’t you mean trio?” asked a confused Tracy.

“No, now they’re just being purposely and publicly gross for my utter humiliation,” Katie said, her entire face scrunched in revolution.    

Blaine grinned at him, shaking his head.  

“What do you think, Blaine?  Sleeping Beauty’s Prince Phillip maybe?” Kurt suggested, with an eyebrow raised.  

Blaine considered.  “Prince Eric.” 

“Eh, he’s a bit dense.” 

“Ooh, Aladdin.” 

“Or Hercules - he could be really fancy with the choreography and throw you over his shoulder.” 

“Or the Beast! There’s nothing wrong with a guy with a little extra hair.”

“Okay, stop,” a mortified Katie shouted. “Forever stop this conversation.  Why do you guys continue to say things I can never unhear?  Why can’t you guys be normal and boring like the rest of my friends’ parents? I just cannot believe I actually came from the two of you.” 

“Well, technically - only one of them,” Tracy cut in.  “Since neither of them have a uterus, it would have been rather hard for them to both contribute to your genetic make-up.” Katie’s mouth dropped, and for once she was shocked into complete silence.  “What? We talked about genetics in science this year.” 

“Well, she is right,” Blaine said, thinking about it.  “Though we did mix the sperm together so the genetics would be a surprise.” 

Katie let out a low groan as she buried her head in her hands.  Kurt, trying not to die of laughter, put a somewhat sympathetic arm around her shoulders.  “Don’t worry, kiddo,” he said, unintentionally channeling his dad.  “It’ll probably get a lot worse before it gets better.  But at some point, you’ll learn to appreciate us.”

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Thirty Six.

Previous Chapters - One  Two, Part One Part Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen  Nineteen  Twenty  Twenty One  Twenty Two  Twenty Three  Twenty Four  Twenty Five  Twenty Six  Twenty Seven  Twenty Eight  Twenty Nine  Thirty  Thirty One Thirty Two  Thirty Three  Thirty Four  Thirty Five

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

"Is it okay that we don't get out of bed much today? I really don't feel like sharing you with anyone, even if that is selfish as I'm sure there's a load of people who want to see you after you got back," I tell Angel, wrapped up in his arms in bed the day after Christmas, just after the sun has finally melted into the horizon, the sky swathed in rich darkness.

"No, that's fine. Eric and Sal have left me messages with Ursula saying they want to come round to see me, but I can put them off until later. As for staying in bed all evening, I think that's entirely possible. I can wait until tomorrow to go and buy a new cell phone. Everyone I want to talk to is under this roof already or is going to be here later. I'm content for us to stay exactly where we are," he murmurs, stroking my hair. I feel so happy, and still in a state of shock really if I'm truthful.

I thought he was dead, or at least the permanent version of dead for vampires, and now here he is lying next to me again. I called Ahmed, Sasha, Vic and Aileen last night before we went to bed, and they were absolutely stunned at my news, but thrilled for me all the same. I just can't believe my luck, I really can't.  

I also cannot believe the strength and determination it took for him to get back to me, or the fact that I was the first person he was compelled to get to first. The thought of what could have happened if those guys hadn't had good hearts… it makes me shudder to think he'd have been thrown over the side to be condemned to a watery grave. It horrifies me because he wouldn't have died right away either, so he told me last night when we sat talking before going to bed, it would have taken time for him to have shut down completely.

"You're going to have to get used to me becoming somewhat of a clingy girlfriend, because I have to confess, I'm frightened to let you out of my sight at present in case you don't come back," I reveal, turning onto my front and stroking his chest while I look down at him.

He reaches for me, thumb circling the apple of my cheek. "I understand that. You must have gone through so much over the last three days prior to yesterday.”

"I did. I was a completely broken and distraught mess. Seeing, and feeling Ursula's pain though, I have a blood tie with her now by the way, that was something else entirely. It ripped her heart in two to lose you," I explain, his hand moving from my cheek to stroke my hair.

"Why the blood tie with Ursula?"  

"One of those guys dragging you out of the shop when you were taken elbowed me straight in the cheek and broke it," I reply, feeling his anger rise up like a firework.

I move to placate him, resting my head onto his chest, stroking the side of his neck. "Calm down, don't go getting yourself all pissed off. I'm fine, Ursula's blood healed me in about three seconds. Damn, that's potent stuff.” He settles instantly, smiling happily once more. "She also thought it safe she have a link to me too, just in case I get in any danger." I then add, before the lady herself knocks on the door.

"Are you both presentable?" she asks after her soft tap.

"Yes," we call back. She then enters and sits down at the other end of the bed while I sit up, propping myself up on a pillow.

"I bring news, significant news at that. I just took a telephone call from Elias. Fifteen other members of the TVM were arrested tonight after successful leads in questioning and names given after torture of the previously arrested vampires. Only one has been released without charge so far out of those, and tonight another fifteen will begin to be questioned. The net is closing in on them.” It's another step closer to finding out who is behind this, and ultimately bringing them all down like toppling dominoes.

"I suppose Dawn still isn't talking? I must confess I was expecting her to have cracked by now. She never seemed the strong type," Angel says, shifting up the bed slightly.

"This is where you, I and many others have underestimated her. She's blind at present, being given low doses of blood. Her eyeballs are near totally burned out from the silver being dripped into them for most of the time, yet still she will not talk. They'll move on to another tactic before long, but I doubt it'll do much good. She's certainly loyal to whoever is in charge, I'll give her that," Ursula sighs before standing. "I shall keep you both no longer, I just wanted to come and relay that to you."

After that, we're free to be alone again, only talking for a short time longer before kissing takes over. Now he's completely recharged and up to strength, it doesn't take a genius to work out what the next need he wants to satisfy is.

"You know, one of the things I missed most was just lying here kissing you, so if you don't mind that's all I'm going to do for a while.” Welcoming the big body of my vampire atop me, I lean to his mouth, my lips locking with his while his hands glide down my arms.

"Why should I mind that? You do just happen to be very good at it." As it turns out, kissing me solely on the mouth is not what he has in mind.  We spend a long time tonight, getting reacquainted.

"You look very thoughtful, mi amor," Angel tells me afterward, kissing my cheek.

"I am. I'm just thinking how lucky I am, to have had you taken from me for what I thought was forever, and now here we are together again. When I thought you'd died, a massive part of me died with you. I've never been good at explaining these kinds of things, but that's how much I love you, how much of a massive part of my life you've become. Life without you in it, well it isn't worth living.”

"Ditto to everything you just said." Is all he replies with before smiling that beautiful smile of his, kissing me into total silence.

Angel's POV

"Are you ever going to stop looking at me like that?" I ask Edie when I catch her gazing at me as I dry off. I just took an extremely enjoyable shower with her, one that only partially involved getting clean.

She lets her eyes roam over me again before replying. "Nope, get used to it."  

Moving to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, I lean to her, kissing her pretty lips. “Good job I like it then, isn’t it?” Dressing at speed, I spend a little more time up here lavishing attention on my beautiful woman before we go downstairs, still half wrapped around each other.

"I've missed seeing that, a lovely, big smile on your face," Charles tells us warmly as he's crossing the hallway from his sitting room to the kitchen while pointing at Edie and winking. I'm glad he and Ursula adore her, too.

She has everything she's ever wanted, and also what she went without for so long right under this roof; a real family who love her. Even though only two of us are biologically related, we're a family in every sense of the word, as I'm sure you've noticed. We head through to his sitting room where Ursula and EZ are, and are joined by Sal and Eric ten minutes later. I'm as happy to see them as they are me, and I'm proud that I can see Eric really wants to cry but completely steels himself. He's getting there.

"Ursula, may I ask is it true one of the suspects taken in was Latoria Jackson?" Sal asks my creator not long after they've arrived.

"I'm afraid I cannot divulge names, Salvatore. But suffice to say, if she's currently missing from our midst then well, add one plus one and you get two." Ursula replies cleverly, answering his question for him without actually saying anything revealing.  

She steadfastly refuses to say who has been taken in for questioning, not even to us, her family. We will find out though because when the trial of these vampires begins, their names will be made public. Elias is holding off on that until he can get to the head of the TVM, who we still do not know anything about other than the fact he is male.  

All talk of this is put aside though after Sal's question, and instead we enjoy our evening rather than dissecting the more unpleasant side of life at present, with Sasha and Ahmed joining us all close to midnight, too.

"Oh, the predictability," I mutter quietly when Ahmed and Ursula head upstairs at just before 2am, making Charles hiss with laughter.

"Well, if the wife is off to get her kicks, I'm going to get mine too. Excuse me, everyone." He says before leaving, heading to see one of his humans. He has several, and they mostly follow a pattern. Older than eighteen but less than twenty-one years old, tall and blonde would be that pattern. He likes them young, but not too young.  

At 3am every visiting guest bar Ahmed leaves, and Edie and I head out to the back yard and sit with the wolves, enjoying the night air. It feels good, having the breeze upon my face, enjoying the freedom I suppose I did take for granted. I'd love to just grab Edie's hand and take her for a walk some place right now, but I guess I can't. As soon as the vampires who wanted me dead find out I'm not, well I can imagine they'll come after me again.  

I'm not scared, I don't fear them. The only thing I fear in all of this is Edie getting hurt somehow, and she was hurt badly enough thinking that I'd died. Sometimes I wish I could take her away from here, get her away from this madness, but I won't run away, and neither will she. I will take her away somewhere when all of this has blown over though, she deserves the rest.

"What are you thinking about?" She asks, rousing me from the thoughts I'd drifted off into.

"A time when all this will be over, and we can go back to normal, as well as taking you away on vacation somewhere when it is," I reply, holding my hand out for hers.

"Take me wherever you want to go in the world, I shan't argue with you! I need a vacation, I really do," she replies, moving to sit on my lap.

"Yes, you do. You work entirely too hard and also, you've had a fucking lot of stress to deal with recently, so I'm going to take you somewhere far away from here, so me and you can just enjoy what we've missed so far, enjoying the fact we're together. Two months and one week today, and it feels like two years while strangely enough, it still feels so recent, when I think back to when I was your detainee," I tell her, stroking her arms.

"I hate remembering that time, all the pain I put you through," she laments, moving to sit astride my thighs

"You were just doing your job, I accept that totally and yes, yes you certainly did put me through a lot of pain. The silver chisel being hammered into my spine was perhaps the worst, even though I wouldn't have told you that at the time. You're damn good at what you do, I was very wrong to think I'd suffer nothing considerable at your hands," I state, moving the neck of her sweater lower with and kissing her chest as my other hand slides around her back. "You're also nothing but wonderful now, so there we go." I'm sure that after a longer period of time, I'll find things about her that irritate me. Other than sometimes being a little too loud when she's drunk and also leaving trails of those makeup removing wipes and hair paraphernalia everywhere, there isn't anything else about her I find bothersome.

"Angel, do you think all of this is near the end point now?" she questions a time later, after we're shared content silence, watching the wolves bounce around on the grass a few feet away from where we're sitting.

I take a few moments to mull over my response, my fingers idly playing with her hair. "I think we've reached the eye of the storm, which means we're halfway to it blowing away, then the time to repair any more damage it leaves in its wake begins.”

"I don't want there to be any more damage. I know that sounds like such a childish thing to say, but we've all been through enough. This is, ah, this… it's just bullshit now! I mean really, why are they dwindling like this? They're scared, that's why. They're scared of Ursula, and taking you away meant she was weakened, which was probably when they thought they'd strike but of course, she'd have killed the lot of them if they'd dug her up since vampires replenish their strength at an alarming rate when they go to ground. Fucking pussy assed TVM, they're cowards!" she vents, her tone going from quite nervous to very angry at an alarming rate.  

It just amuses me though, because I love how she isn't scared. If they were humans, she'd fight them all, one by one until she'd broken each one of them. I know she'd do that. I love seeing her strength. I find it so attractive, arousing even. Speaking of arousing, I always find it just that when she sits like this on my lap, because it always reminds me how much I enjoy having sex with her in this very position.

"Don't get angry," I placate, while my hands move her sweater at the neck to slide it down her shoulders, moving to then kiss them in turn.

"I think I'm right in guessing you'd prefer I was anything but right now. Don't worry, I want you just as much as you want me," she purrs before kissing me, her hands stroking my face as she does. It also seems she's very much with me on the fact that I’m content to enjoy her right here out in the garden, our hands undressing one another at speed while your kisses grow in urgency. Our outdoor encounter ends about an hour after it began, with me lying on my back upon the table, Edie breathless on top of me.

"I think we need to get in the shower," she says, her sweaty, mud trailed body resting against mine as she catches her breath. I agree, and after moving us and our clothes at speed that's the exact place we end up for the second time this evening. It doesn't mean we stop having sex for long though, with Edie getting washed clean and then bending over, instructing me to fuck her so hard she screams. I absolutely do.

"I think I'm satisfied now, and nicely exhausted," she hums softly when we're in bed a time later, an hour away from sunrise.

Looking over at her, I raise an eyebrow. "I'd wonder why if you weren't." We then lie here and talk until the sun comes up and the natural pull towards sleep begins to take a hold of me. I look down after Edie has been quiet for a while, and viewing the beautiful sight of her sleeping with her head on my chest is the last thing I see before I join her. When I awake, I find she's up already, and dress to go downstairs where I find her out in the back garden, and also discover the source of the noise I heard upon waking, too.

"Keep more tension in this arm, and just squeeze on the trigger," EZ advises while she holds one of his guns, a .45 in this instance, aiming it at the largest tree in the back yard where there's a target nailed to the trunk. "I thought it'd be useful for her to know how to shoot, so I'm teaching her how before I loan her a gun." He then adds to me when I arrive with them, watching Edie fire the gun and only manage to hit one of the very outer circles of the target.

"Damn it!" she fumes quietly.

"You'll get there, that was only your tenth shot ever and it's dark too. Practice more in the daylight and you'll get even better, just not with silver bullets though, or you'll fucking bankrupt me," he advises, with a small rumble of laughter.

"With how much you're worth, I doubt that's possible," I snort, watching him raise his eyebrows for a moment, and then look back at me with a knowing smile. I'm worth enough as it is (you have to remember vampires amass much more money than you humans, since you have to pay out for a lot more commodities we simply do not need) and EZ is probably worth double that, with what he charges for his services in eradication. He's an exceedingly wealthy vampire. Just then, Edie fires the gun again and this time after its hit the target nearer to the bull's eye, she looks much more pleased with herself.

"A definite improvement, Edie. Like I said, it's all down to practice, familiarising yourself with the gun, the way it feels in your hand, the power of the kick. If you'll excuse me for now." Heading back inside, he and Ursula cross paths as she comes to us, my face alight when she gives Edie’s next shot a round of applause, stroking her hair and kissing her head, whispering ‘that’s my girl.’

"I just thought I'd come and watch Edie’s target practice before I head to Angela's to give her this book back that she lent me, and then go back to the side of that beautiful human I still have tied to the bed upstairs," she informs us, of course referencing Ahmed. Knowing Ursula, she probably does have him tied up, too. She's into all of that in a big way.  

"You're not exerting my friend up there too much are you, Ursula?" Edie asks, before firing another shot and then jumping for joy when she hits the bull's eye.

"I am yes, but he likes it," she grins wickedly before leaving us to it. Apparently, Constance and Coco are travelling back tonight as we speak, so I'm sure Ahmed's stay here will only be until then, when Ursula will have more important things on her mind than having sex with her favourite choice of human.  

When they arrive two hours later, once again the elders all shoo us young out of the way, until I decide that I don't want to be pushed aside any longer, planting my feet. I'm standing my ground on this. This is something that has been on my mind since I was captured, and it's going nowhere but out of my mouth. What I have to say needs to be heard.

"No, sorry but I refuse to obey this request," I state plainly, raising my eyebrows with all the petulance I dare when Constance immediately looks angry.

"We're doing this for your own good, because if you..." she begins.

"If what, Constance? If I'm taken, then they can't question me over what I know? You stupid fucking woman, they took me already and all they planned was to kill me, so what the fuck does it matter? Seriously, all this 'to keep you safe' bullshit is getting old, because it isn't keeping us safe, so you need to include us all in this. We have to start working together, and I know at your age its almost fucking impossible for you to ever listen to anyone else, because you think you're imperatively right a thousand percent of the time, but you aren't. We want to be included in this," I cut in and vent with every bit of anger that's been building up within me since I was taken away.

"If you weren't Ursula's offspring, you'd be dead for talking to me like that, you jumped up little shit!" Constance snarls angrily after a few seconds' pause. She's probably never had anyone talk to her like that for over a couple of thousand years, but she needed to hear it. They all needed to hear it.

"Enough shouting at each other!" my creator yells loudly.

"We're fed up of being kept in the dark, Ursula. I think Angel is perfectly just in what he stated, especially since he's already had happen to him what you're all trying to prevent. These rules you're all following, they're not the same ones as the TVM are, because they play by no rules. I think it's time we did the same," EZ then voices, while Constance just looks more shocked by the moment. She doesn't like being disagreed with.

"The children are right; I must agree with them. Come in, come sit, and we will get to the bottom of this mess together as a family, as we should have from the start." Charles then interjects with, Ursula agreeing with him. We then all sit down, Edie too, and discuss everything that is going on until a half hour before the sun comes up.  

No great plans are made this evening, other than the fact that Constance wants to speak to the men who were good enough not to go ahead with their plans to bury me at sea so she can try and gather more information on the mysterious man who paid them, and with that the discussion ends. Since Edie confesses she is very tired, she heads up to bed, and I promise to be right there next to her in a few minutes. I spend those minutes whistling out in the back garden for my wolves, who will return home as soon as they hear me. They don't wander too far. It's as I'm waiting that I'm joined by my creator, who looks like she's trying not to laugh.

"Go on, mom. You know you want to," I tell her, putting my arm around her shoulders. I turn to look at her, and then laugh myself when she lets out a massive snort through her nose before dissolving into hysterics.

"I can't believe what you said to Constance, the nerve you had to stand up to her in such a way! Oh, my beautiful boy, you're mine, without a shadow of a doubt you're definitely your mother's son!" she howls while embracing me. I'm glad I could make her laugh, and I'm glad I'm smiling now too, because this whole farce with the TVM has built up to a level where I just cannot idly sit back without doing anything, and I don't care who I have to challenge to make that point clear. I'm just glad my creator understands this as well as she does.

"There's an old bible passage that weighs on my mind at present, Ecclesiastes 3.8, to be precise. 'There is a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.' Now is the time for war, and my god, we'll give them one." she states, while I nod in agreement. This is war, without a shadow of a doubt, and we will win it. We will.

[larathia]

Dazai’s origins?

Okay. 

I may never find out if I’m right or wrong, but I am so putting chips on this.

Dazai’s father was the ‘old boss’, the man Mori killed to assume leadership. It just explains too much about the ongoing weirdly special relationship the mafia seems to have with Dazai, when they really ought to be hating his guts.

* Dazai remembers when Koyo tried to leave the Mafia with her lover, ‘when she was Kyoka’s age’ - that is, when Koyo was 14. Koyo’s 26 now. So Dazai would’ve been all of ten when that happened.

* Dazai calls her ‘big sis’ and frankly, I don’t know any teenage boys that’d call an older girl that. (I mean, it’s only four years.) But...I could see a kid doing that. (Mind you, it’s still kind of a weird stretch to think of Dazai ever doing such a thing, except he did, so...maybe he was younger than ten when he met Koyo.)

* Fifteen says that Mori knew Dazai was “neither an orphan nor Mori’s illegitimate child” and stops there. The only other thing it states fully is that Dazai was in Mori’s care for a failed suicide attempt. But Mori’s a mob doctor. Normal people do not wind up in the hands of a mob doctor if they’re rescued from death, they get sent to a hospital. So...someone whose family knows Mori brought Dazai in, and given how generally unfeeling the City of Demons is toward little kids, they had some reason to save him.

* Mori uses Dazai as witness that the old boss died of ‘natural causes’. The word of some random suicidal fourteen year old ...I do not see that counting for much in the mafia. But if Dazai were the old boss’s kid...I think that’s a different story.

* The way that Mori keeps Dazai’s executive seat open - and some of the old guard of the mafia (the ones we know about) treat Dazai deferentially, and help him anytime he asks and it doesn’t conflict with their orders...again, if he’s the old boss’s son, that makes both these things make sense, when as a straight up traitor who’s not only left the Mafia, but knows their secrets and methods and has worked against them as part of the ADA, they should ALL be trying to murder him. Like. All the time. 

* The mafiosi frequently say they think Dazai was ‘born to be in the Mafia’. Which. I mean. Okay, yes, Dazai’s definitely got the mind for it, but maybe he really was ‘born for it’, too. That Mori seems to have legitimately feared that Dazai would cut his throat and take over eventually is also kind of indicative, because really...there’s nothing about teenage Dazai that suggests he had any such ambitions.

* Just the fact that he was around the Mafia enough, from ten to fourteen, to be aware of all/most of what was going on, and just hanging around the new boss while not being part of the Mafia himself is also kind of a big “seriously?” flag. I mean. Teenage boys are kind of a security risk in general, I’d think. Especially suicidal ones who genuinely don’t seem to give a rat’s whether other people live or die.

* Can I harp for a second about the ‘letter’ business Dazai pulled back at the beginning, when he wanted to know why the Mafia had such a big bounty on Atsushi? I really want to just say “that HAD to be one of Dazai’s lies”, but just the fact that Chuuya, who knows him best of the currently living mafiosi, had to take him seriously, suggests that whether true or not it was well within Dazai’s power, and that Chuuya was willing to believe Dazai wouldn’t just get a death mark for being a mad crazy security risk, which has to be the usual mafia approach.

* Thinking of Chuuya for a second - granting that Chuuya is ‘new guard’ in that he only joins after Mori is the boss - but Mori finds a great deal of amusement in partnering Chuuya with Dazai. It just occurred to me that part of that may be that really, that would mean he’s putting two princes together - Dazai, the ‘prince’ of the Mafia, and Chuuya, the prince of the Sheep. (Yeah, I know Chuuya is actually called a king, but the novels are pretty clear that he was still learning his role - so, again, you’ve got the very experienced prince with the inexperienced king, and that’s definitely poetic enough to amuse Mori.)

* This is circumstantial, but...when Atsushi’s old headmaster gets killed, the conversation he has with Dazai about it is just...really strange. Like...the sheer vehemence - which is quite unusual for Dazai - that Atsushi did not have to forgive, that what the headmaster did was unforgivable...but that it was still okay to cry. I’m just saying...even if I’m wrong and his father wasn’t the straight up murderous batshit guy that Mori killed, I’m betting Dazai’s relationship with his family meant he knew very well what Atsushi needed to hear.

Anyway. Y’all don’t need to believe me. It’s probably not going to be important. I just had to put it all down because it felt like a bunch of puzzle pieces clicked together in my head and I kind of wanted to shout for a bit.

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fourteen. / fifteen. — how jisung's stupid lame plan worked. / sixteen.

you, me and the moon. — l. heeseung

synopsis: lee heeseung is a famous frat boy who is known to be mysterious since he would always stay at the corner to observe people passing by but he does not like the fact that his eyes would linger a little longer on you than he likes to admit because who the fuck is he kidding? you're way too good for him.

pairing: fratboy!heeseung x fem!reader

content/genre: college au, fratboy au, pining, big ass slowburn (here we go again), angst, fluff

warning(s): swearing

note: i'm not gonna be able to update friday :(

you smiled at jisung, tilting your head as he glared at you. “are you sure you did not grow up in a billiard station or something?” jisung begrudgingly says as he pushes cash on your hand that was extended out to him.

“i only played once. you just really suck.” you say and jisung rolls his eyes as he goes around the table to fix the balls as he takes the triangle equipment, putting the balls in as he arranges it, putting it on the right spot. “get ready to lose again, jiji.”

jisung rolls his eyes for the nth time making you giggle. “hey.” he says and you look up to see your friend looking somewhere else.

“hey.” you hear and you look to see heeseung. the tall boy smiles at you, raising his hand as a wave and you smile at him, mumbling a hi.

“you meeting someone here?” jisung asks and heeseung nods. “a date?” jisung says and you look at him, raising an eyebrow but he only smiles at you teasingly.

“no, no.” heeseung says. “just sunghoon.”

“ah,” jisung says, nodding. you look down, grabbing the chalk to rub on the tip of the cue stick as you suddenly feel shy. “did sunghoon mention anything about a project?”

“no, why?” heeseung asks.

“well, we’re supposed to meet up for a project.” jisung says.

“oh, you are now, aren’t you?” you say, glaring at jisung who just smiles.

“but you two are not in the same department.” heeseung mumbles.

“have him text me, please. thank you!” jisung says, grabbing his bag as he leaves. you close your eyes, breathing in as you shake your head. you turn to heeseung smiling at him.

“how have you been?” you ask.

“busy, but good,” he says with a smile. “you?”

“same.” you say with a smile. “you play?”

“yeah, i think that’s why i’m here.” heeseung playfully says and you chuckle, looking at him. “you wanna play with me?”

“yeah, sure.” you said. “eight balls.. or?”

“mhm.” heeseung says as he puts his bag down and grabs a cue stick, putting chalk on the tip. “go ahead.” he says, motioning for you to have the first shot. all confidence from before with jisung lost, you hum, positioning your hand, putting the cue stick on your thumb. “wait.”

you look up and heeseung grabs the white ball, putting it on the right place near the rail. “it’s better if you shoot it like this so you could control the stick.” he says as he gently grabs your hand, putting it by the railing with the stick between your middle and index finger. “try it.” heeseung says with a smile as he looks at you.

shooting the ball with the stick, it jumps and a small smile lands on heeseung’s lips. “okay, on your next shot, don’t shoot the stick going upward, just go straight forward so the ball won’t jump.” he says and you chuckle, nodding.

heeseung shoots, two balls go in and he shoots again but this time no ball goes in the hole. “your turn.” he says and you shoot, the stick missing the ball. heeseung laughs, putting a hand over his mouth as he looks at you.

“as you can see, i’m a pro.” you said and heeseung laughed louder. heeseung shakes his head, walking to you after putting his cue stick back on the sticks place as he fixes your hand and puts the stick on the curve of your thumb.

“go for 13,” heeseung says, holding your hand that’s holding your stick as he guides you. “just slowly since it’s near the hole now.”

you do as heeseung says with his guide and you shoot the ball, smiling. “good!” heeseung says with a smile as he looks around to see another ball on the same set as yours near the hole. “go for 15. just shoot it straight, a bit hard.”

“okay.” you mumble, putting your hand but you can’t reach it. heeseung giggles, putting his hand for you to put your stick on. you laugh, “thank you.” you say as you push the stick, shooting the white ball, hitting the 15. the 15 hits the other balls as the 9 goes near the hole, but none goes in.

you groan. “i don’t like playing with you. i win when i play with jisung.” you say and heeseung laughs.

“hey, it’s still good!” heeseung says with a chuckle. “if you hit it with more force, 9 would go in.” he laughs as you smile, giving him the cue stick. he takes it as he gives a shot.

too immersed on having fun with heeseung, you two didn’t notice the time as you two closed the place.

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Miraculous fic recomendations!!

This is just an excuse to show all my bookmarks? Yes. Yes, it is. I'm pretty sure most of this fics are really popular, but try see if you find something you didn't knew about!

All of the fics will be rated Teen and up audiences or lower. Also if I don't put the author's tumblr is because they didn't put it in the fic or/and I couldn't find it.

Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

knowing you by emsylcatac (they are not really the author of the fic but that's the account that says in the fic, the actual author doesn't have an account).

After dropping their transformations months ago, Marinette and Adrien see each other for the first time after being apart. They've both left too much unsaid and have to work to pick up the pieces of their confused hearts.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal but mostly ladynoir, light angst with happy ending.

the last day on earth by Reiaji

The first time Marinette sees Chat Blanc, she's fourteen years old. The second time, fifteen—the third time, seventeen.

The closer she grows to Adrien, the harder it is to save him.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, kinda heavy angst, hopeful ending.

tell me something i don't know by carpisuns (@carpisuns here on tumblr)

Do you think it still means something? To love someone, even if the universe said you had to?

The odds of having a soulmate are about negative one billion (or something like that). But somehow, like they always have, Marinette and Chat Noir find themselves together. They’re ready to finally tell each other everything, but it turns out that even soulmates have to keep secrets, and while their bond draws them together, duty forces them apart.

Chapters: currently 17/28 (WIPs can be exhausting but this one is 100% worth the wait!)

Mostly marichat but almost all of the lovesquare sides make an appearance, soulmates au, mostly fluff but it can get angsty if it wants to.

One Thing After Another by SKayLanphear

Marinette notices that, sometimes, Adrien acts a little out of the ordinary--like the time he stood in a cardboard box for no reason, or when he actually hissed at Nino. It's only when she starts to notice the similarities between Adrien and a certain feline that she begins to get suspicious.

Basically, Adrien acts like a cat when he probably shouldn't.

Chapters: 15/15

Mostly adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, miraculous side effects (by both sides wich is really cool!), it's fluff with a lil tiny angst for drama.

This would take some getting used to by Codango (@codango here on tumblr!)

Adrien peeked out from behind the chimney even as the magic of his own Chat Noir mask fell away.

She was still visible, her dark hair bobbing under the street lamps a couple blocks away.

“Marinette.”

Adrien blew out a confused breath. His fiery Ladybug… was the quiet little mouse who sat behind him in class?

“What. The.”

This… would take some getting used to.

Chapters: 8/8

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Adrien's part, awkward flirting, just fluff, nothing to worry about.

comfort food also by Reiaji!

In Marinette's house, cooking is a language of love, and Marinette loves Adrien more than most.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette with a little of ladynoir, super super fluff, a lot of insight into Marinette's chinese heritage.

The right side of his face by walkingonthestars (@hamsternamedmarinette here on tumblr!)

Marinette and Adrien are able to remain in their new seats in the back of the room at the end of Chameleon.

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette, fluff with light angst.

it's a long way forward so trust in me by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk here on tumblr!)

“You’re not the only strong one around here, Chat,” Marinette said. She looked a little winded, but she wasn’t struggling to hold him up.

This close up, he could see the freckles on the bridge of her nose. He could see how that smug smile lit up her eyes. He could feel the strain of her arms—and wow, okay, he really wasn’t the only person around here with muscles.

Six times Marinette carried Adrien (plus one time he carried her).

Chapters: 1/1

All the sides of the lovesquare! Fluff with LOTS of mutual pining.

a fight that you were born to lose also by aloneintherain

When the prosecution starts throwing around the word victim in reference to Adrien, he has to stuff his hands under his thighs to keep himself from bolting out of the courtroom.

Adrien had felt unsafe during those last few weeks, but, until he had woken up and seen Father silhouetted in his bedroom doorway, that had only been paranoia. Father was controlling and cold, but he wasn’t hateful. Adrien was isolated. He was often hungry. And some weeks ago, when he had snuck out to visit Nino, sitting thigh-to-thigh on his bed while Adrien cried in that silent, crumbling way of his, he hadn’t argued when Nino put a hand on his shoulder and said, tentatively, That’s abuse.

But Adrien remembers being small and Father touching his hair after he’d aced another test; Father holding his scribbled drawings like they were something precious, and framing them around his office; Father, dressed as Hawkmoth, his eyes wild behind the mask, lashing his sword against Adrien’s baton; Father, collapsed against Mum, crying into her ashy hair.

Adrien finds out Gabriel is Hawkmoth, and Gabriel gets to bring his long-waited plan into action.

Chapters: 1/1

This one doesn't really focus in the ship that much as is an Adrien character study and an exploration of his relationship with his father, but they're still there so I put them here. Really heavy angst (this is one of this fics that haunt me in the middle of the night) with a happy ending. ❗TW: parental abuse, eating disorders❗

Supercut by LNC

Marinette loves her friends and Adrien can't deal.

Chapters: 1/1

Post-reveal lovesquare, again light angst, an exploration of Adrien's insecurities, Marinette Dupain-Cheng deserves the world, happy ending.

Madame Snare by jettiebettie

“Sounds like a lot of work for nothing. She should take this as a sign to have a relaxing weekend with no responsibilities.”

“It's a lot of work she put her whole heart into. It wouldn't be right for it to go to waste,” Adrien whispers to him. The look on Marinette's face is enough to cause Adrien's own heart to ache. If anyone deserves the satisfaction and pride from a job well done, it's her.

“Too bad there isn't anyone else who can walk in those death traps,” Plagg says. Adrien hums in thought, tapping his chin.

“I could.”

Chapters: 1/1

Marichat, episode-based, Chat Noir in a dress!!!, light angst but it's mostly just idiots being idiots and a lot of fun.

in the same sun by peachcitt (@peachcitt here on tumblr!)

"It’s hard to believe that I saw you last at the peak of summer, when the sun was close and warm - and so were you. It should go without saying that I miss you. I miss you something terrible."

//

"It’s been seven months to the day since I’ve seen you. I wish you were here more than anything else."

Two letters, signed with initials instead of names, found in Paris, France.

Chapters: 1/1

Ladynoir, just angst, that's it, written like letters. No ending, just pain.

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles (@ladyofthenoodle here on tumblr!)

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Chapters: 1/1

Ladrien, it says it's crack, and don't get me wrong, is super funny, but I also found it sad as fuck?

An Open Secret by Kasienda

Adrien whirled around toward Marinette. She smiled at him.

He couldn’t smile back. He stared at her like the dumb blond model that he was often accused of being.

Something shifted in her expression. And her warm open Marinette smile transformed into Ladybug’s grin. He was looking at Ladybug right now.

He knew Ladybug’s name!

Her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And he couldn’t say anything! Not to Marinette! Not even to Plagg, who had confided two weeks prior that Master Fu was growing increasingly paranoid since the location of his home and hideout had been compromised. Their master had apparently decided that Chat Noir and Ladybug would have to give up their miraculouses if they ever discovered each other’s identities.

It wasn’t fair!

...

A fic where they both know, but can't openly talk about it.

Chapters: 4/4

Post-reveal... but is it? Mostly adrienette and ladynoir, fluff with light angst and them being absolute idiots at hiding their secret identity.

golden (like daylight) by okayanna (@anna-scribbles here on tumblr!)

Friendship, Adrien decided, shaking off the mental image of Marinette’s hurricane eyes and hesitant mouth, parted in a small, careful “o.” He had a very strong friendship with Marinette. That was all.

or

Adrien thinks a lot about words, love, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Chapters: 1 + epilogue

Adrienette but has lots of ladynoir, another Adrien character study because I hate myself, it tries to not be angst but the writing will punch you in the guts and make you cry, it's so good.

Strangers in the Bright Lights by poodles (@ladybeug here on tumblr!)

Adrien is about two drinks in when he sees a girl at the end of the bar wearing black cat ears. It's kind of weird, so he watches her, and although it's crowded he can see her face when she turns around. She’s wearing a Chat Noir mask. He takes a quick look around- nobody else is wearing a mask. Just her.

Adrien finishes his gin martini and heads over to her. He could use some company tonight anyways, he hasn’t told anyone he’s back in Paris and Nathalie won’t arrive in town for another month. And it’s been a rough day, okay? A rough move! He’s not sure he wants to be back yet, and he spent most of the day in the Agreste mansion sorting through some photographs of his father he found in the study. Maybe he wants a drink and some stranger to tell him he’s pretty! That’s not a crime, is it?

Chapters: 1/1

Adrienette but it's also ladrien??? I think??? It's super super angsty but they're both drunk the entirety of the fic so it's also really funny.

Pick-Up and Chase by also SKayLanphear

After she accidentally trips into Adrien and apologizes about "falling for him," Marinette learns that he's no match for cheesy pick-up lines--whether they were unintended or not. And while she finds it flattering that he turns into a flustered mess with only a few words, Marinette comes to regret making him uncomfortable. That is, until she learns he's Chat Noir. At which point the phrase "just deserts" becomes a permanent fixture in her everyday plans.

A story in which Adrien is flustered, Marinette is smooth as glass at dropping lines, and Chat Noir gets the romance he was always asking for--even if he doesn't quite know how to handle it.

Chapters: 10/10

Adrienette with one sided reveal by Marinette's side, it doesn't say it in the tags but I'm pretty sure the characters are much older than they actually are in the show, so much fluff and so much flirting.

Pairing: Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Nino Has Done Nothing To Deserve This by GuardianKarenTerrier (@guardiankarenterrier here in tumblr)

It's nothing, really- just an innocent comment, a joke. But when they hear it, Nino and Alya come to a realisation.

There were, in retrospect, dozens upon dozens of hints. Now that they're suddenly aware of all their friend's flimsy excuses and rushed explanations, they're not only sure how they've missed it, they're not sure how anyone else has either. They realise that it had to be magic protecting their friends- and that same magic has ceased to work on the two of them.

Well, this means they'll just have to start watching over their friends themselves.

Chapters: 7/7

This is more a found family fic than anything else, Alya and Nino are the mom friend, has light angst but it's mostly identity shenanigans in the most bizarre way. ❗TW: eating disorders❗

christmas lights by demistories

Nino checks up and down the street, checking to make sure there’s no raging akuma headed his way before he crosses quickly and ducks inside the small café. He closes the door quickly before the icy air can blow inside and tugs his beanie down over his ears. He spots Alya sitting alone in the corner.

Chapters: 1/1

Just fluff!! Really short but really sweet.

hold on, i still want you also by Missnoodles!

Written for the @thedjwifizine ! Wich I also recommend if you wanna binge a lot of djwifi fics while also looking at amazing art!!!

Five times Alya ran into her ex, and the one time he stopped being her ex.

Chapters: 1/1

Light angst with a happy ending! I don't really like the ex-lovers to lovers trope but this one is the only exception.

I will continue to expand the list in the future! But by now I hope I was helpful in the search of new fics!

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instead of you [part seventeen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol +sex

word count: 1.5k

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The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two and a half hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Sam. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Sam and Harry bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Tom flicking them off. 

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Sam noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits. 

You almost wished the Hollands hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that. 

If Sam noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care. 

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Harry asked, stretching his arms above his head. 

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Tom had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status. 

“Y/n,” Tom answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like England has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Harry interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Sam shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Tom continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

-

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?” 

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hollands. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra underneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Tom’s polite smile. 

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours. 

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time. 

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Tom’s legs down. 

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Tom said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response. 

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Tom. Sam was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward. 

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Tom outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit. 

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?” 

“Identity theft,” you sighed. 

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Tom replied, false sympathy rolling off his words. 

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you. 

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit. 

Tom made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you an actor?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!” 

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so...”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hollands were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance. 

“It’s about time!” Harry yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you. 

Sam grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hollands were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked. 

Tom nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Sam. 

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Sam hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Sam’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Sam’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience. 

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at... this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Sam asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Tom chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Sam. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Harry groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Tom, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sam tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

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[raphael-simp]

Two Years Ago - Raph x Reader

You never liked talking much.

Never really knew why, you just didn't. Of course, you would still carry a conversation to be polite, but the answers were short and spoken barely above a whisper. There were many times where you tried to change this about yourself, but the attempt didn't last for more than five minutes before you shrunk back into yourself again.

Then how the hell were you friends with four, loud and rowdy mutant teenage boys?

You didn't even know the answer to that one.

And to be honest, the memory of how you met the four of them was still slightly hazy. Of course, Donnie told you what had happened to you, but you personally didn't believe it. Why would robot alien beings want to kidnap a random girl walking home from her night shift? It still didn't make sense to you, nearly two whole years after it happened.

You were fourteen going on fifteen when you first met the four.

You worked at the convenience store not even two blocks from your apartment building, and you had switched shifts with your co-worker Abbigail so she could attend a funeral, which meant you now had the night shift.

It wasn't that big of a deal to you; she asked, you agreed, nothing more was said on the matter.

You texted your parents to inform them of the shift change and told them not to wait up for you, which they obviously denied much to your annoyance.

The shift ended at ten o'clock, but you still needed to do till and make sure the money count on the register matched with what you'd counted. That process alone took you about half an hour, so you really didn't leave until ten thirty. You made sure you switched off all the lights and locked all the entrances before you put the store keys in your jacket pocket and began your short walk home.

It was nearing winter, so the weather was beginning to turn cold, and you weren't exactly the best at dealing with temperature drops. You stood tensed as you speed walked towards your apartment building, wanting to get out of the darkness as fast as you could. There was one building near the end of the street that you almost always completely ran past; a run down looking, white parking garage with the paint peeling and chipping everywhere. It creeped you the hell out, mostly because there were always these two guys that stood at the old entrance, their stare boring into your back as you'd run past. Every day you expected them to run after you or shoot at you, but they never did anything.

Until tonight.

When you looked you didn't see them anywhere, and although you thought it would soothe you, it just made you more anxious.

'Where are they...?' You thought to yourself, nervously glancing around, trying to find the two.

Let's just say you didn't have too look far.

A large white van came screeching around the corner, running over the curb and nearly into you before it lurched to a halt. The back doors flew open and three identical looking men filed out and made their way towards you. In fact, they looked like the men that would always watch you at the entrance to the parking garage...

You literally froze. You didn't scream, move or look away until one picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. After that, you screamed absolute bloody murder, praying you'd get the attention of someone- anyone -that could do something to help you. Thankfully, help came rather quickly, just not in the way you thought.

You fought as hard as you could to at least get the man to slightly falter his grip around you; you punched, kicked, pounded- you even bit him, but it hurt you more than him.

You flailed like a fish out of water and kept screaming, even louder if possible as you got carried closer and closer to the back of the van.

Your voice was cut off when you landed harshly on the ground, trying to use your hands to catch yourself but only hurting yourself even more. You were a shaking mess, trying so hard not to cry but suspectingly failing, bursting into tears and sitting down properly, hugging your knees tightly to your chest as you cried into them. You were absolutely terrified out of your skull.

When someone tried to touch you, you screamed again, though it came out more as a strangled cry than anything else. You'd hurt your throat badly from all of your screaming and had no doubt lost your voice because of so.

"Well we can't just leave her crying in the streets, dudes. We gotta do something!"

You heard hushed voices talking a bit in front of you, but didn't bother to look up or fight. You wouldn't do that unless they actually did something, and that was what you were waiting for.

You cried to yourself, waiting to either calm down or for whoever was in front of you to do... whatever.

But they never did anything, they were quiet for the forty five minutes you were crying and calming yourself down.

"You're gonna be okay, alright?"

You slightly looked up from your knees, and honestly at this point, four giant turtles standing in front of you didn't phase you right now.

One of them was kneeling in front of you, it was wearing a tattered red mask and looking directly at you, with electrifying green eyes.

It looked up at one of the others, but you didn't bother to follow his gaze, your eyes were too tired.

"Don, do you need t' look at 'er?"

"I don't see anything major wrong with her, I think it's just shock right now... to be safe I wanna take a look at her, if she'll let us of course."

It looked back at you, the one with the red mask, and you did your best to keep your eyes open and listen to what he had to say. You were just so tired...

"My brother wants t' take a look at 'cha t' make sure ya weren't hurt too bad durin' that whole thing, okay? You alright with that?"

You barely nodded your head and lied it on your knees, involuntarily passing out.

When you woke up after that, you started freaking out and tried to scream, but found you barely had a voice. You were achy and sore all over and you could barely remember why.

Of course, you properly freaked out when you saw the four turtle figures again, but the ones in red and purple- who were the only ones in the room with you at the time- explained everything that had happened.

Donnie had picked up radio chatter that the Kraang were going to abduct another test patient that night, and the turtles rushed to the location that was shared, and ended up there just in time to help you and destroy the Kraang bots.

You hadn't been too badly hurt; bruised arms and shins from pounding on the metal robots, scraped hands, scraped knees, and a possible emotional blackout, to explain why you didn't remember what had happened to you.

You merely nodded along, trying not to stare too much at the two creatures in front of you, who introduced themselves as Raphael and Donatello.

"(Y-Y/N)...." you stuttered out, thinking that they at least deserved to know your name, after all they've done. Your voice was barely above a whisper, so the boys had to listen carefully to hear your name.

Raph and Donnie smiled, glad to hear that you at least trusted them to that extent.

You asked what time it was, and nearly flipped shit when Donatello told you it was almost 1:30 in the morning. Your parents were going to absolutely lose their minds on you! You scrambled to stand up and nearly fell over, thankful that Raphael had caught you.

"I-I need to get h-home." You breathed out, avoiding eye contact and trying to hide your face behind your (H/C) hair, to hide the fact you were red. Why you were red-faced?

You had no clue.

"I'll take ya. There ain't no way in hell you're goin' alone after this." Raphael stated, standing you back up on your own two feet. You would've fought him on it, had you not have agreed with him. If those Kraang guys still wanted you...

you didn't want to be left alone again. So you just nodded and let him walk you out. You didn't see the other two brothers while you walked out, so you assumed they were somewhere else.

Raphael led you around the systems of the sewer and helped you out of the manhole cover, and once out you took a deep breath of fresh air and closed your eyes in an attempt to clear your thoughts.

"I know you've had a rough night doll face, but we should probably get going."

Your eyes snapped open and you felt your face go warm, and instinct brought you to hide your face with your hair and jacket sleeve. You avoided his gaze and just nodded, speed walking to the sidewalk until you realized:

You had no idea where you were.

"Wh-where are we...?" You wheezed out, slightly turning to face Raphael.

"Just a couple blocks from where we found ya. We gotta take the roofs though... can't really walk out in th' street lookin' like I do."

You nearly asked why until it hit you like a brick. Again, you just nodded and climbed up the fire escape after him. You took notice how some of the roofs were pretty far apart, and hoped to God he didn't expect you to jump over them. Thankfully he didn't, and tried to stick to a route that involved just taking a step across. But for those that involved jumping, he just lifted you onto his shell and jumped across before setting you back down again.

Each time he did so he'd ask if you were okay, and you nodded in response hiding your face. And each time, he'd smile and mutter a small "cute," under his breath, which he didn't know you heard.

Once he brought you to where he and his brothers had found you, he told you to lead the way to your apartment, and you pointed him in the right direction. "So," he started, "Kinda wish we coulda met under better circumstances, (Y/N)."

You nodded in response, keeping your gaze down and stepping over a wooden plank. How the hell'd that get there?

"...You're shy, aren't cha?" Raphael asked, and again you nodded. Not only that, it hurt to talk, but he assumed correctly. He chuckled and lightly nudged your shoulder with his.

"Ya don't gotta be 'round me, I don't bite... much."

You looked up at him with both confusion and shock written all over your face, and it just made him laugh.

"Relax (Y/N), I'm kidding... just a little though."

You rolled your eyes, and yet you couldn't help the small smile that danced across your face.

The both of you walked Ina comfortable silence until you saw your apartment building across the street and elbowed Raphael's arm, pointing to it.

"This is my stop." You whispered, not daring to bring your voice above that. He nodded and hoisted you onto his shell, having to go around the roof tops to avoid going down to the streets. He set you down on your apartment roof, once again asking if you were okay.

"I'm fine, Raphael." You responded, pushing your hair behind your ear. He smiled at you and slightly tilted his head.

"Call me Raph, doll face."

You bit the inside of your lip and looked down, nodding your head. You didn't want him to see your warm and red face, it was extremely embarrassing for you.

"Hey," Raph's voice made you slightly look up, since he wanted your attention. He handed you a folded piece of paper with a number scribbled on it- wait, was this his phone number? Was a guy giving you his phone number? To your face?

"You don't gotta, but if ya don't wanna walk home alone again I'm available if ya need it."

You completely lifted your head to look Raph directly in the face, and he took pride in one thing; making you smile like that. You have him a single nod and held the paper with both hands.

"Trust me, I will.. Raph."

Now it was his turn to smile.

The two of you just stood on the roof for a couple minutes, staring and smiling at each other before something on his belt beeped. He jumped a bit in surprise and glanced at it.

"That's my brothers- I gotta go. You'll be okay?" He asked, taking a small step back.

You nodded, putting the paper in your pocket. "I'm home now. Go."

His smile grew and he backed up towards the edge of the roof.

"Try not t' get into trouble doll face! Just save a little to give me an excuse t' save ya again!" He shouted, just before jumping to the roof next to yours and taking off, eventually disappearing.

"I think I like that. Doll face..." you thought to yourself, still smiling like an idiot. You stood on your roof for God knows how long more before you came to your senses and carefully climbed down your fire escape and slid through your window.

.

"Was that really two years ago...?" You thought to yourself, flipping a pen between your fingers.

Yup. It was.

Two years ago these four boys saved your life, and two years ago you met the boy that kinda saved you, in a way.

It took him time, but he got you to slowly expand your comfort zone. You didn't stutter every time you spoke anymore, and you didn't respond with simple gestures anymore and used actual words that really carried a conversation. And at the same time, you helped him.

You kinda found out about his anger the hard way, having him lash out at you when he was beyond pissed off, and though it did hurt, you didn't blame him. In fact, you made it your goal to try and help him with it.

He'd expressed to you before how he'd never liked his short temper, and so you helped him. You showed him ways that he could release stress and repressed emotions, like actually using his drum kit and playing when he got pissed, or just sitting with you and either talking, or just sitting in silence.

Coming up in December would actually be a year since Raph had asked you out, too.

It didn't really come as a surprise to most, since the both of you were pretty open about affection with each other even before you two decided to make it official, just because.

The two of you would always sit close together, hold each other's hand, cuddle each other and he'd even kiss your cheek every now and again. Every movie night, you bet that the two of you would sit or lie with each other, and Raph would play with your hair or lightly trace an invisible pattern on your arm.

All in all, it wasn't really a surprise to Raph's brothers, April or Casey when he'd asked you out. The only person it surprised was you, but even then you'd accepted in a heartbeat.

And to this day, he still calls you doll face.

Two years later, the boy's nearly eighteen and you the same, you've found a new family.

And a new love.

"(Y/N), doll face, cmon we're headin' out with or without ya!" You rolled your eyes and smiled, shoving the pen in your jean pocket and getting up, grabbing your jacket.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming Raph!" You called, walking out of his room and slipping your arms through your jacket sleeves as you jogged out to the entrance to meet the boys.

About a year ago, after you'd actually learned how to properly, they let you join along on some of their patrols. Raph made you carry a small dagger though. Just in case you got separated and something happened to you.

Speak of the devil, he heard you coming up behind him and turned around smiling. He extended his arm to you, waiting for you to end up at his side before putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to his side, kissing the top of your head.

"All ready and fashionably late, doll face?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, shoving him while failing to hide a smile of your own.

"Shaddup Raph, I was doing important things." You said, zipping your jacket up.

He just chuckled and raised his arms in mock defence.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry baby." He said, lightly pressing his lips to the side of your head and cheek in chaste kisses. You turned your head at the last second to catch his lips in a quick kiss. While he smiled and put an arm around your shoulders, Mikey mock gaged.

"Yup, think I'm gonna hurl-" he said, making a queasy face. Raph reached out with his free hand and punched his baby brother in the shoulder.

"Oh shut it Mike, not like ya don't see it regularly." Mikey hit Raph's arm back, which quickly escalated into an arm punching war. You tried not to laugh too much, looking over to Leo and Donnie, who were trying to do the same thing.

"Alright alright alright guys, that's enough!" Leo called, laughing a bit to himself.

"We gotta get going before it gets too late, we gotta take (Y/N) home by midnight. Let's move out!"

With those words, the five of you took off running towards your normal exit to the top world.

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gUIS IM IN ABSOLUTE L O V E WITH THIS ONE SHOT I LOVED WRITING IT SO GOD DAMNED MUCH AAAAAHHHHHHHH

PS THIS WAS WRITTEN AT LIKE 11 pm - 2:30 am SOOOOOOOOO

[mypoisonedvine]

Making Ends Meet | dark!Mandalorian x reader

summary: you’re just a simple woman trying to make your way in the universe, with the universe’s oldest profession.  unfortunately for you, a new customer doesn’t plan on going easy on you.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut (dub con), kidnapping (?? kinda), prostitution, rough sex, pain kink, lots and lots of degradation, ooc mando being a meanie

please do not read if this content would be triggering or upsetting for you, dark fics aren’t for everyone and it is your responsibility to manage your own content consumption

If you were going to have any hope of making rent this month, you needed to book someone tonight— and not a cheapskate who’d try to stiff you after he’d already stiffed you, no, you needed a big spender, a high roller.  You needed somebody who had extra credits to throw around and wore it on his sleeve.

You needed a guy like the one who had just walked in— with beskar on his sleeve.  That’ll do quite nicely, you thought to yourself as you watched the Mandalorian cross the room to talk to the bartender.  

Seemed like he was here on business, unfortunately, from the way he didn’t even venture a glance at you or any of the other women skulking about; but then again, you couldn’t be entirely sure where he was looking with that big helmet covering his face.  It might not be the easiest sell, but you were determined to get this guy for the night— and, more importantly, his money.

Walking up to the bar with your best sultry saunter, you leaned in beside him and smiled as he turned his head to look at you.  "Hey," you purred.  "Haven't seen you around before.  We don't get a lot of new faces around here… even when they're hidden."

He didn't say anything, which was a little concerning, but his head tilted down a bit as if he was looking at your body, which was a good sign.

“What brings you to Tatooine, hm?  Business…” you trailed off as you ghosted your fingertips over his armor-clad forearm, “or pleasure?”

“Business is my pleasure,” he informed you sternly.

“And pleasure is my business,” you countered with a smirk.  Before you could say anything else, the bartender returned with a sack in his palm that he tossed into the Mandalorian’s hands, something metallic jingling inside.

“For a job well done,” he explained with a crooked, toothy smile, “as promised.”

“Payday, huh?” you noticed, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.  “Never comes often enough, amirite?”

Your quip was met with tense silence as he slipped the bag into a sack at his waist.  He turned to leave, but you reached out for his shoulder and stopped him.  

“Wait,” you requested, desperation starting to taint your tone of voice.  He spun and faced you again, and you tried to keep your body language relaxed and sensual in spite of your stress.  “What are you gonna spend all that on?”

“My ship,” he decided after a quick moment.

“Why not spend it on yourself?  You must be tired after working a long, hard day,” you sighed sympathetically, stepping a little closer.  “Why don’t you stay a bit longer and take a moment to relax?”

It didn’t seem like he knew what to do with that, and you motioned to a wide, cushioned chair nearby.  Amazingly, it worked; he walked to the chair with that swagger of his, the blaster at his hip suddenly so much more obvious with the way it swung with every step.  As soon as he sat down, you put a leg up beside him, straddling him slightly but leaving enough space to (hopefully) have him wanting more.

“You must be getting hot under there,” you smiled, making sure the double entendre was obvious.

“Maybe I am,” he shrugged.

“All this heavy armor... does it get uncomfortable?”

“I’m comfortable,” he denied.

“Good,” you purred before biting down on your lip as you rubbed his chest— or, rather, his chestplate.  “You know, I’ve heard that Mandalorians are even harder underneath the steel.”

He paused a little before he answered.  “Only in a few key places,” he finally replied, his gloved hand reaching to brush over your thigh.  You grinned, knowing you finally had him.

“Why don’t you come to my room and show me?” you suggested.

“I imagine your time isn’t free,” he observed.

“Fifty credits for an hour, or a hundred for the whole night,” you enumerated.

“That’s a little steep,” he noted with a tone of irritation.

“It’s my price,” you shrugged, “take it or leave it.”

“I’ll leave it,” he decided, shoving you back and standing up to leave.

“No, wait,” you blurted out, “eighty for the night.”

“I don’t have all night,” he informed you sternly.  “Twenty for the hour.”

“Twenty?!” you squawked.  “What kind of girl do you take me for?”

He grabbed your wrist tightly, suddenly, and pulled you into him.  “A whore,” he answered with a rough growl, “and apparently not as cheap as you look.”

You swallowed dryly, irritated by his attitude but desperate for the cash you knew he had.  “How often do you come through Mos Eisley?” you asked quietly.

“As rarely as I can manage,” he replied.

“If you pay a hundred now, I’ll be here every time you come in, for as long as you need,” you offered.  “Standing order, permanently.”

It was difficult to negotiate with someone whose face you couldn’t see: you weren’t sure if the silence was him considering it, or just watching you squirm in his grasp for fun.  

“A hundred,” he repeated slowly, “for whatever I want.”

“Whatever you want,” you nodded quickly.

“Whenever I want,” he added.

“Whenever you want.”

He let go of your wrist and you stumbled back, rubbing the sore skin with your other hand.  “Show me to your room,” he requested suddenly.

You led him back behind a few tattered curtains, past the hall and up the stairs to your cramped apartment.  It wasn't much, but the red silk draped everywhere and the incense burning in the corner certainly set the mood for the work you did.  Your door slid shut automatically behind him, and normally this is the part where he’d kiss you or you’d kiss him, but that was sort of impossible in his current state.  With an awkward pause, you waited for him to undress.

“Take off your clothes,” he instructed instead— and it was even more dominant than you expected, but you were happy to oblige as you untied the strip of fabric keeping your flowy tunic together, letting it fall off of your shoulders and onto the floor.  You didn’t have anything else on, just for the sake of simplicity, and he said nothing as he stepped forward until he was just inches away from you.

He quickly disposed of his gloves to touch you with his bare hands; his rough, warm skin over your waist and hips and breasts was a strong contrast to the worn leather, and even moreso to the hard, cold beskar.  His skin was tan, especially considering that it rarely saw the sun, and you let yourself imagine what the rest of him would look like based on that long with the subtle dusting of dark hair that extended from his arms.  Of course, in your mind, he was stunningly gorgeous, because it was more fun for you that way.  The way he spun you around quickly and forced you to bend over the edge of your bed made you realize he wasn’t as interested in your fun, though.

You yelped a little at the unexpected force, and again when he slapped your ass out of nowhere.  

“You’d better make it worth my while, after I paid a hundred credits,” he grunted.

“Of course,” you agreed quickly, looking back to see him slipping to fingers underneath the edge of his helmet.

“Don’t turn around,” he growled.  “Don’t look back.”

“Okay,” you nodded nervously as you whipped your head back to face in front of you, staring diligently at the dark red comforter beneath you, “I— I won’t.”

You heard the rustle of clothing and a sigh of relief— noticeably one not modulated through the helmet speaker.  Unceremoniously, his helmet was tossed down onto the bed beside you, bouncing and rolling a bit before it found purchase on your quilt.

Next must have been his trousers, as you heard his heavily-equipped belt fall to the floor just before the subtle little grunt you’d come to know as the sure sign that a man had freed a throbbing cock from the confines of his trousers.  He roughly kicked your legs apart, grabbing your hips and using them to hold you up as he started to grind his bare cock against your slickened folds.  You could tell by the way his shaft spread your lips that you had no chance of taking him— he was too thick, you couldn't even tell how long he was yet but he was definitely too thick.

He must have realized something similar, because he pushed you forward a bit; you realized he was looking down at your pussy, which made your face burn with embarrassment.

"Get yourself wet for me," he instructed firmly.  

You didn't think you would ever be able to get wet enough to fit him.  "How?" you asked.

"I don't care how, just do it.  You have thirty seconds."

You gasped a bit but shoved your hand between your legs and frantically rubbed your clit— it didn't really feel that good, with the pressure and fear overwhelming your senses instead of pleasure.  And he didn't make it any easier on you by literally counting each second.  You got a bit wetter, sure, and you'd already been turned on from earlier, but it was still not gonna do you much good against the monster he intended on putting inside you at any moment.

"Fifteen," he continued counting, his voice dropping so much deeper all of a sudden.  "Fourteen."

Halfway out of time already and you weren't that much more wet than when you started.  Your mind was racing with thoughts of everything sexy you could manage to conjure— his voice did help, the deep timbre reverberating right up your spine as anxious fear started to blend in with forced arousal.  You tried to focus on the ways that being fucked by a faceless, mysterious stranger was sexy, rather than the ways it was terrifying.

"Ten," he counted, his voice changing as you heard him smile— you weren't sure how you could hear it, but you could.  "There you go, I can see it now."

You whimpered a little, the sound catching in your throat as fingers suddenly teased your entrance, not quite pushing in but threatening to.  As they swirled around your folds, a lewd wet sound filled the air, mixing in with your heavy breathing and his dark chuckle.

"You hear that?" he asked, and you nodded quickly.  "Just a few seconds left, make them count."

Rubbing faster, you felt your hips start to rock of their own volition, similarly to the way your walls were clenching around nothing in search of being filled.  

"Three, two, one," he finished as you felt the thick head of his cock start to push against you.  You dropped your hand, knowing you'd need both to stabilize yourself.  "You want it?" he asked roughly.

"Yes," you answered, your voice coming out weaker than expected.

"Beg for it," he instructed coldly.

"Put your cock in me, please—" was all you could get out before the words stopped in your throat as he suddenly pushed in.  You were barely processing the first inch as he barreled past your resistance to shove the next few in.  It already felt like you would run out of room inside your body before he ran out of cock.

"F-fuck," you hissed, "slow down.  You're too big."  You hoped maybe he'd take pity on you if you phrased it as a compliment.  You were wrong.

"You're a whore," he reminded you, "can't you take it?  It's all you're good for, anyways."

That got you to shut your mouth as he thrust himself completely into you, finding the end of you easily with the head of his cock while your hands clutched the bedsheets for dear life.  You winced but managed to suppress a cry as he started to fuck you, not quite fast yet but so much deeper than your brain could process.  "Ffffuu-uuck," you stammered, the sting starting to fade but the overwhelming pressure never really letting up.

"How's it feel?" he asked, almost sounding like he could moan but holding back.  "Don't lie."

You realized, then, that he didn't want you to fake pleasure like most clients did— he wanted to see your pain, and know he caused it.  He enjoyed hurting you.  You swallowed the lump in your throat and whimpered your honest reply: "Hurts."

"Good."

His balls slapping against your clit only added to the overwhelming sensations you were trying so hard to ignore, pain and pleasure becoming indistinguishable all of a sudden.  You could tell your walls were clamping down on him as pressure built in your gut and threatened to push past the point of no return.  Your moan was so much louder than you expected it to be, broken and guttural and animalistic. 

He pulled your hair roughly, making you yelp.  “That’s right,” he instructed through his teeth, “fuckin’ scream for it.”

“Fuck!” you sobbed loudly.  

He leaned forward and it felt like his body would surround yours, somehow, especially when he reached down to roughly grope one breast and then another.  He never stopped thrusting through it all, even when his head fell exhaustedly between your shoulder blades— it was so odd to be able to feel his forehead and hair on your skin but have no idea what his face looked like at all.

The telltale signs of orgasm were arriving in your body— your thighs quivered, your voice cracked, your walls and clit throbbed with need.  It felt like you could read every detail of his cock inside your silky wet heat, like the ridge of his leaking head was rubbing up against your swollen g-spot with every thrust.  You felt as if being so full of him had forced you to vacate your mind, too, to accommodate his size— as if that were possible.  

Either he sensed your peak approaching as well, or he just had convenient timing.  "Wanna feel you come around it," he grunted.  "Can you come for me?  Or are you completely useless?"

“‘M close,” you warned him as your answer, shame sending a shiver up your spine even though you felt guilty for it.

“Then come,” he ordered, “right fuckin’ now.”

It was odd how that actually did push you over the edge, his brutal thrusts and degrading words creating a perfect storm inside you as the friction became too much to bear.  You sobbed as it wracked through you, arching your back absent-mindedly, clenching your legs together as best you could with his legs in between them.  He didn’t stop fucking you through it, which meant that the sensation built to the point of ‘too much’ extremely quickly as your attempts at begging for mercy were lost to breathless moans.  Overwhelmed, your body collapsed onto the bed limply, your hips only staying up because he held them up, like your weight was nothing to him at all.

"Yeah, just like that,” he taunted, “fuckin' come on my cock, fuck— you're just a dumb slut, huh?  You love getting fucked like the desperate, needy fucktoy you are, is that it?"

"Y-yes," you whined weakly, cheeks burning at the feeling of him using your body— or maybe it was from the head rush caused by the afterglow of your orgasm. 

"You like it when it hurts,” he posited.  “You want me to hurt you."

"Yes— don't stop, please…" you whimpered, quiet but definitely loud enough for him to hear.

“Not gonna stop,” he promised, “‘til you’re full of my come.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, voice sounding hoarse and thin.  It had been a while since you lost your voice because of a session… and since you had walked funny for a few days afterwards.  This one was definitely going to do both.

As his hips started to slam harder and faster into yours, you really hoped it was a sign that he was close; his raspy groans made you sure of it, though.  You could feel his cock swelling and flexing, incredibly, and it made you a little light-headed but it made your overstimulated walls throb around him as well.

With one deep, exhausted growl from the man behind you, a warmth began to spread through you from the inside out.  When he released his grip on your hips, you fell onto the bed with a sigh and a thud.  A hand appeared in your peripheral vision to snatch the helmet off of your bed, and it only took him a few moments to stuff his softening cock back into his trousers and magically be dressed again.  Funny how he looked exactly the same as he had half an hour ago, meanwhile you were confident you looked totally fucked-out and fucked-up.

“You’re a good fuck,” he offered a monotone compliment as he pulled on his gloves, staring down at you as you slipped your robe back on and tried to ignore the warm sticky feeling between your legs.

“You’re… intense,” you replied, chuckling a little.  “Guess I’ll see you around, then.”

He didn’t respond, or leave, but just stood there looking at you for a minute as you stood up and adjusted yourself, trying not to limp noticeably because you figured he didn’t need any more ego.  “‘Whenever I want’ only applies when I’m on this planet,” he observed suddenly, interrupting the silence, “which I try not to be.”

“You can come around as often as you like,” you explained.  You froze when he appeared behind you, reaching his arms out and caging you in against the wall the second you'd turned to face him.

“But wouldn’t it be so much more cost-effective if you were with me all the time?  On my ship?”

You whimpered a little as he leaned in closer, and you felt his gaze on you through the dark visor of his helmet even though you couldn’t see it.  “That… that wasn’t the deal,” you whispered nervously.

“The deal’s changed,” he growled, ignoring your yelps of pain as he manhandled you and pinned you to the wall by your neck before you could even try to fight back.  “Whatever I want, whenever I want,” he growled, “that’s what you said.  I’ll hold you to that.”

The leather gloves creaked softly as he tightened his grip on the sides of your neck, forcing your lips to fall into a useless gasp for air.  Your hands reached out to claw at his chest, a silent plea for release, but he wasn’t having it.  

“Whatever you want,” you barely managed to croak out as your vision started to go dark.  “Please, Mando…”

“Whenever I want?”

“Whenever, please,” you cried, tears stinging your eyes.  He let go, finally, and you crumpled at his feet.  Somehow, you’d managed to sell yourself into slavery— for a measly hundred credits.  This whole thing had begun with you needing to make rent, and it ended with you realizing you wouldn’t return to your apartment again at all.  

He didn't need to shackle or bind you to make you follow him to his ship; his power over you was nauseatingly effortless, but you weren't about to try to run from an unhinged warrior like him.  

You'd always wanted to leave Tatooine and explore the galaxy… this wasn't exactly how you'd imagined doing it, as a Mandalorian's whore, but there were worse fates.  Like being a Mandalorian's target.  And you planned on doing whatever he wanted you to if it meant avoiding that.

[ethantalkstoomuch]

Fighting Family

Tommy escapes to London when his outburst with Arthur becomes to much to handle and Alfie helps him see sense.

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A fix it for s2 e2 when Tommy goes off at Arthur, this made me really emotional and annoyed with tommy and because i'm a walking red flag i made a 'fix it' where i make tommy to be burnt out and Alfie provides some solutions. idek lmao

Tommy is fuming as he stormed into Alfie’s London house. It’s past supper time and his visit is not expected and appears to be a spur of the moment decision. Alfie stares at him wide eyed over a book as Tommy looms in the doorway of the living room breathing hard.

“I can’t fucking deal with him,” he spits and Alfie makes the quick decision this is a blood boiling situation of a less than lusterous type. Putting the book down and his glasses on the table, he gestures to the couch beside him. 

“Sit down, love, tell me what's happened,” Alfie says lightly. Tommy’s anger was a thing to behold and fear. He stomps over to the couch, slinging his coat, suit jacket and gun onto the floor. With cold hands he rubs at his face with frustration. 

“Arthur beat another apprentice to an early grave. His head is about to go under, and I’m sick of fucking dealing with it. I have enough on my fucking plate. Can’t leave loaded guns, can’t leave rope I’m fucken’ tired of this nonsense. I shut the door on the war he needs to as well…”

And Alfie lets Tommy rant. Silver words fall from his lips with an air of whisky and broken with Romani. He has never liked Arthur, yeah? He’s made that clear from the fucking start. But he knows that what Tommy is saying, the venom he spits is not all that it seems. The tensions between the eldest brothers had been brewing since adolescence but the war left the company business behind and strengthened their bonds. Only now it seems like it was tearing them apart.  

Deep down, Alfie realises, this wasn’t real anger. Tommy can be cold, ruthless, cunning, dangerous and downright fucking cruel. But not to his family. Arthur is no exception. This isn’t Tommy calling it quits on his brother, sickened by the way his older brother's head was about to be washed down the drain. In between the angry words and the muffled groans into his hands, Alfie could hear the fear and the exhaustion. 

Fear of losing his brother. Fear of failing to be a better brother, to stop Arthur’s mind from going topsy turvy. And exhaustion. Bruises lick below Tommy’s eyes and blood still stains the milky whites of his eyes. Sabini’s beating had not been resolved as usual. It was fucking cracked, and there is only so long before Tommy shatters.  

The boiling rage appears to simmer after a good fifteen minutes and Tommy slumps into the sofa, Alfie’s arm around him and the fire warms the ambience. Melting his frosty exterior. 

“Sounds like a right fucking ordeal,” he says eventually. His mind's eye briefly envisages Tommy grilling his youngest brother into covering for their older brother's actions. Finn has changed so much in the past few months, Alfie reflects. As Tommy inched the company closer to expansion the fourteen year old had suddenly grown into himself. He roamed the streets with a rag-tag gang of moxi teens.  

“Yeah,” Tommy mumbles tiredly and his suddenly sedate disposition leaves Alfie with a sudden moment of attention. 

“Can I talk freely for a second, mate? Where you give me an honest chance to talk before blowing my fucking brains out?”

Tommy tilts his head up with a cynical gaze but without protest. 

“Arthur’s a fucking nutjob, right? We both know that he’s never quite going to be on his rocker. But…and listen to me okay, please just listen. I have this fucken’ suspiciousn, like one of those rocks in your shoes that aren’t really there, yeah? I suspect that you ain’t actually thinking Arthur needs to be disposed of before he goes proper mental, I don’t really think you're sick of him. Radical thoughts I know but hold on.” Alfie feels Tommy shift in  his hold and knows there's nothing he can do if he suddenly decides he no longer wants to be a part of this conversation. 

“You’re actually, just really fucking tired. Of being the bloke in charge and sorting shit out. Only a few weeks ago you was fucking beaten half to death by some nut job. That shit fucks you up, sweetheart. Makes it harder to cope when other things go wrong, because you're still figuring out how to cope yourself.” 

The silence is tense and prickling for the minute following Alfie’s speech. Alfie waits for the violent outburst that rips them apart. It never comes. He stares straight ahead into the slowly dying fire and feels a sudden shift against his side. Something like a face being burrowed into his chest, but he doesn’t turn to check. Like stalking deer, no sudden moves. But then something hot and damp starts to bloom through the shirt and against his skin. Seconds later it's followed by a shaking. 

Then and only then, does he move to wrap his over arm around Tommy’s small form. It’s a quiet embrace, but Tommy appreciates the weight of the arms around him. They cocoon him from the world full of his own failures which he can’t bear to face right now. 

“I don’t know how to be better,” he chokes  into the waist coat that rubs against his face. “I need to be fucking better and I don’t fucking know how.” 

Alfie brings a hand to card through Tommy’s hair. “You don’t need to be better, Thomas. You just need some rest.” 

“I can’t fucking rest,” his voice takes on an agitated tinge. “It’s not just problems in the company. I was approached for Irish business, can’t fucking tell anyone about that or we all end up dead. Fucking coppers causing problems again. Someone once decided I was the fucking boss for better of for worse and now I’m stuck with it.” 

It breaks Alfie’s fucking heart just a bit. Hearing the burnt out tone in Tommy’s voice. He tightens his hold around Tommy’s tense shoulders. “You’re not alone in this, treacle. We’ve joined forces now. Take a sabbatical, I can deal with things. Fuck, I’ve even got Ollie proficient enough at holding down the fort.” Here, Alfie chose his words very carefully. “Take the rest you need, we’ll manage to keep the company standing.”

His words seem to calm Tommy’s outburst and he lets his head roll back against Alfie’s shoulder. But the quiet only lasts for a few minutes. 

“I don’t know what to do about Arthur,” Tommy whispered to the glowing embers of the fire. 

That stumps Alfie just a bit. He has no fucking clue either. “Well,” he starts, mulling it over. “I’d say you too need to stop having conversations that end in screaming matches. Not the best resolution, then again. Like I can fucking talk. Before I met you Ollie was hiding a body every other week.”

The idea brings a smile to Tommy’s lips. 

“Nah…he needs a rest. You too. Margate or some such shit. He’s got his head the wrong way around. Boxing when he’s angry makes his brain think he needs to be angry when he boxes, not a good idea. I know you don’t like the shit the quacks gave him, but it’s probably a good idea that he’s on it.”

Tommy rubs his hands against his face and groans. “You of all people have the right ideas about keeping people calm and I only manage to fucking rile them up.”

He laughs and drops a kiss into Tommy’s hair. “That’s because I’m not his brother, darling.  Easier for me to see the solutions when I don’t care about him the way you do.” 

Tommy settles for that answer and they settle down again. A few moments pass and Alfie rises to throw another log on the fire and it roars in the background. It fills the room with warmth, and neither of them can find it in their souls to find the energy to leave their spot on the sofa; leaning into each other, hands entwined in their laps. 

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Father's Day - Malec

i couldn't stop thinking about how Rafael and Max would celebrate Fathers' day, because i never got to celebrate father's day with my dad, but anyways.

Alec and Magnus would probably wake up to Rafe and Max screaming at each other from the kitchen

"Rafe, we have perfectly good knives!"

"They're not good knives, Max! It won't cut the stupid fruit! That's why I'm using my seraph blade - the next sharpest thing I have!"

"It's a seraph blade!"

"It cuts the damn fruit!"

Magnus and Alec would laugh, and lazily pull each other out of bed. Magnus, still sleepy, leans on Alec as they walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where the brothers were fighting

The boys notice their fathers in the doorway, and stop fighting, and look at them guiltily because they really did make a mess of the kitchen

"What were you boys doing?"

"We were trying to make you breakfast without magic"

"And Aunt Izzy gave us some tips,"

"Is that why you're using your seraph blade to cut a pineapple?"

"Oh shut up!"

They decide that they'll just have a brunch at some mundane restaurant, because none of the Lightwood-Banes can cook a decent meal that isn't instant noodles or canned soup

Alec finds a card with their mail that says "Happy Father's Day, Alec. Your first son, Jace"

Alec laughs so hard, and then calls Jace to thank him

They go for brunch at a mundane restaurant down the street, where they have waffles with whipped cream and cherry on top, and pancakes filled with nutella, and so much more.

They order food for six people, when there's only four of them, because Alec and Rafael's stomachs are like an endless pit.

They laugh and joke around, and complain when Magnus and Alec kiss

"Ugh, dad! We don't need to see that!"

"Honestly, bapa! please stop!"

They don't stop till they can't stop laughing. They love teasing their sons like that.

Magnus and Max take A LOT of pictures, and Rafe and Alec make funny faces.

Rafael pays for the meal, because technically he is almost an adult, and Max is a teenager and they get some money from their parents. But Max spends all of his money on useless things like Magnus does, and Rafe, being a smart guy, keeps most of the money aside, and spends really less. Currently, he's the richest amongst the four of them.

They walk around Brooklyn aimlessly, just roaming around. the boys say they know where they're going, but Alec and Magnus aren't sure if they really do.

They end up in a fair, with all bright and colorful rides and games, with screaming and laughing families.

"Ta - da!"

"Did you guys really know we were coming here, or was itjust luck that we stumbled here?"

"Bapa, you need to have more faith in us,"

"Says the boy who used his seraph blade to cut a pineapple."

"Oh, come on! Am I ever going to stop hearing about it?"

"Nah. I'll tell your future girlfriend to not let you in the kitchen."

"MAX MICHEAL LIGHTWOOD-BANE, YOU STAY AWAY FROM ANY OF MY FUTURE GIRLFRIENDS!!"

That makes Max and Rafael start a competition of who can win their dads a bigger prize. The teams are Max and Alec and Rafael and Magnus.

They start with a game where they shoot balloons using guns. Rafael cheats by using his accuracy runes. Alec sees this and whispers to Max to use a little bit of magic.

"You cheated!"

"I cheated??"

"Yes! You used magic!"

"You used your accuracy rune!"

"You don't know that!"

"Your stele is right there, Rafael!"

Alec and Magnus move away and let them fight. they find a cotton candy stall and buy four for each of them, each of different flavors.

Rafe and Max have a fluffy unicorn and a fluffy octopus in their arms when they find their dads. Max hands the unicorn to Alec, who gives him a blueberry flavored cotton candy, and Rafe gives Magnus the octopus, who gives him a chocolate cotton candy (it did not taste as good as expected)

They took a bunch of pictures and sent them to the rest of their family

Max pulls them to sit on all kinds of fast moving rides, and they throw their hands in the air and laugh at each other

Magnus did not like the ride where they did the loop - to - loop in the air way too many times

They find a photo booth, and click a lot of pictures! Silly faces, smiling faces, every kind of face they can think of. And then they select their favorites and keep the single photos for themselves.

They buy pizza, and while eating, Alec gets an alert of a demon four blocks from where they are.

After all, no day is complete without a demon attack.

They leave their pizza, and go to kill the demon. It's a Drevak demon, which means more work. UGH.

They fight gracefully together. They're family, they know each other's moves well.

Alec and Rafael search for the queen Drevak, while Magnus and Max blast them off as much as they can.

It takes really long for Alec and Rafe to find the queen, because she's really well hidden, which means that Magnus and Max are getting tired soon.

They finally find the queen, and Alec distracts the queen, while Rafael comes out of no where and kills her.

By the time Alec and Rafael go back to Magnus and Max, they're exhausted. There were way too many of them, coming all at once.

The family go back home, because the demons are taken care of, and the warlocks of the family need to rest.

They change into sweatpants and loose t-shirts, and gather together on the couch. They order chinese, and do a Star Wars marathon, because it's Rafe's turn to choose and as much as he finds the loopholes annoying, he still thinks they're some of the best.

Only Rafe and Max are paying attention to the movies. Alec and Magnus are cuddling, and they're talking quietly about anything that comes to their mind.

In between their quiet discussions, Rafe and Max whisper a happy father's day to their dads.

"Happy fathers' day, dad and bapa,"

"Happy fathers' day, bapa. Happy fathers' day, dad,"

"Thank you, my loves."

"Thank you."

Magnus is half asleep, but he still pulls away from Alec and kisses both his sons on the forehead

Max smiles, and Rafael tries to hide his smile, but it's too late, everybody has already seen it

Magnus falls back on Alec's chest, before Alec can do anything else. But Alec smiles at both of his sons, and squeezes their hands.

Just before Magnus falls asleep, Alec wishes him as well.

"Happy father's day, Magnus. I love you."

"Happy father's day, Alexander. I love you too."

Magnus falls asleep against Alec's chest. and Max falls asleep, with his head on Magnus' lap and his feet on Rafael's lap.

Alec carries Magnus to their bed, and covers him with a blanket. Rafael carries Max to his bed, grumbling about how heavy he is, and he really needs to lose weight. Alec laughs softly.

While Rafe is busy putting Max to bed, Alec stands in the balcony. he softly whispers a happy father's day to his father.

"Dad? You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Do you miss grandpa? I didn't know him well."

"Sometimes, I do miss him,"

Alec tells Rafael about Robert Lightwood. He tells his son all about how Robert made mistakes, how he did not accept Alec completely for his sexuality, how he always seemed to prefer Jace over him. Alec tells Rafael about how Robert tired to fix his mistakes, and make amends with him and Magnus, how he told Alec that he was proud of him and loved him just as much as the rest of his siblings.

Rafael doesn't point it out, but Alec lets out a few tears. Rafael just hugs his father, and whispers a good night to him, knowing his father needs to be alone for a while, just to get himself together.

Alec stays out in the balcony for a few more minutes, before he checks the entire house, making sure everything is locked. He checks Max and Rafe's rooms where they're both asleep, and presses a soft kiss on their foreheads, and makes sure that they're covered properly by their blanket so that they don't feel cold.

Magnus stands in the doorway of Max's room, where Alec is, and makes a pretty nightlight for him, because he knows that Max does not like the dark. He makes a small nightlight for Rafael as well, with a spell that will let Magnus and Alec know if he has a nightmare.

Alec and Magnus walk back to their bedroom, wrapped in each other's arms.

"What are you doing up?"

"You weren't there, so I couldn't sleep."

"Hmm, I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?"

"I - I just miss dad, sometimes."

"It's okay, Alexander. he loves you."

"Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too."

Just before he sleeps, Izzy sends him a picture of a framed picture of Robert who was laughing, with a candle in front of it, and four father's day cards in surrounding it - one that Alec had sent, one that Alec bought on behalf of Max Lightwood, one from Izzy, and one from Jace.

Alec sends a red heart to his sister, and then sends her pictures from the day. He changes his homescreen picture to one of the four of them, eating cotton candy.

Magnus tugs at Alec's hand softly, and pulls him to bed. They cuddle, like they have been for the past fourteen/fifteen years.

They're both happy with the life that they have now. Tt was one of the best days they've ever had.

and that's their fathers' day!

thank you for reading this!

[shmaptainwrites]

hehe hotch prompt (aka a quote that i want to see used, but don’t have the mental capacity to put into my own writing rn)

“are you crazy?”

“i don’t know if i’d call it crazy, but i’m definitely not well.”

not gonna lie i was literally gonna text you with some plot ideas for this when i was struck with very large bout of inspiration for a light crack blurb so here it is

aaron hotchner x gn!reader

Honestly, right at this second, you felt like you were in a record scratch moment. The camera could freeze and you could say,

"Hi my name's (Y/N) and you're probably wondering how I got into this situation,"

But the fact of the matter was that life was not a movie and you were about to possibly do one thing that could get you fired.

It started with an offhand comment made by Derek, as most things started. He had insisted that you, the master of speed reading, second only to Reid, could get through his entire report on your most recent case in under five minutes while hanging upside down from the bar on the higher platform.

That was a challenge you had to take.

The challenge in itself wasn't dangerous, Reid would be the judge, (because if you were going too fast for him something was up), but what would happen after the fact is where things could get a little messy.

"So if I win, what do I want you to do for me," you hummed. "Why don't we stay on topic and you have to do my reports for the next five to seven cases,"

"Five to seven?" Emily asked curiously.

"If there's a few big ones I'll be nice, but if they're small I'm getting my money's worth," you explained and she nodded.

"Okay," Derek agreed, seeing as It was a fair deal. "And if I win, you've got to go kiss Hotch,"

"Um okay, woah there," you paused him for a moment. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, a big fat kiss on the lips,"

"What are we twelve?" you scoffed.

"Mentally yes," Derek nodded. "So are you in or not?"

You pursed your lips and gritted your teeth before finally giving in.

"Alright, give me the report, let's do this," you held out your hand and Derek slapped the large file in it while you made your way to the bar.

Hooking your legs over you flipped upside down and within seconds the timer had started and you were reading away.

There was only a light commotion so you were surprised that Hotch even bothered with coming out from his office, but there he stood, looking confused as a kindergartener in a calculus class.

"What's going on?" he asked. "Don't you have work you should be doing?"

"Five minutes Hotch," you said and he finally actually caught sight of you on the bar.

"Actually four minutes and fifteen, fourteen, thir-,"

"Shut up we get it," Emily shoved Derek who only chuckled.

"(Y/N) are you crazy you could get headrush, you could faint," Hotch said firmly.

"You know, I don't think I would call it crazy, but I'm definitely not well, now everyone just be quiet,"

The room silenced and Hotch just watched the scene unfolding in front of him, unsure if he should have expected more or less from the group of young adults.

Your glance kept flicking up towards the Unit Chief, he was becoming a distraction, but you couldn't say that out loud, especially not when all you could think about was kissing him.

You were coming up on the home stretch, almost finished the report when Derek grinned, shooting up in his seat.

"Time's up (N/N) you lose!" he laughed and you groaned, dropping the papers on the ground and getting yourself back in a seated position and standing up, but wobbling and almost falling over as the blood drained back from your head.

Hotch caught you as you fell and you weren't sure exactly what besides 'no better time than the present' was going through your mind.

Quickly before he could even register what was happening you grabbed his face and placed a smacking kiss to his lips causing his eyes to go wide and Derek to high five Reid with his accomplishment.

He would never admit it, but he just wanted to see the ship sail.

"Don't report me to HR?" you said, but almost like a question when you pulled apart and Hotch only seemed to have the ability to stare back at you for the moment before licking his lips and nodding his head.

When you pushed yourself off him and started to walk away, the fuss dying down and the agents heading back to their desks, chatting about what had just happened you could hear Hotch's voice, mainly directed to you so you turned back around.

"You know you could have asked me to dinner first,"

A joke. A joke from Hotch.

"Oh so you're looking for food," you nodded. "Saturday, eight o'clock, I'll make up for it,"

Hotch pressed his lips together and nodded.

Boy were you happy you didn't get fired.